Wonderfully European version of Commando with Qui-Gon Jinn meticulously hunting down his kidnapped daughter in le Paris. Entertaining from start to finish. All the better for having the lead role played by a guy you wouldn't think of as an actioneer. He do good with the whams and the punch-me-ups and the shooties but the dude can properly act. I think I might love Liam Neeson a little bit. Star Wars and the A-Team? The guy's in all the things I devoured and obsessed about as a mini-Fletch - those made me the man I am today. Which is a man who writes dribble about films on a blog no one reads. Sob.
It is Commando though really - there's even a bit where he steams the face off some ungood with a broken pipe. He doesn't eat green berets for breakfast though. Or have an ice cream splodged in his face. Or request lots of body bags. Or sneer at someone who didn't smell them coming (snigger). Or wonder why they don't just call him girl George. Or ask Bennett to throw away that chicken shit gun.
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