This is put simply, just an excuse to fill nearly two hours
with excessive amounts profanity, violence and CGI gore. With a fragmented, at best, script held
together with obscenely vulgar sexual references, F-bombs galore, and an abundance
of sexists and masochistic dialogue, it appears to be written by a prepubescent
fourteen-year-old online gamer toke’d up on Red Bull and Swizzle Sticks. Schwarzenegger really needs to rethink his
career, as a dramatic actor, try not to laugh after reading that, he fails
epically and, as an action star, despite his great shape, now possess all
the agility of rigor mortis. Add in the
unremarkable, barely lucid remaining, kinda of A-list but mostly B-List cast
and you have one steaming cinematic stool sample. I bet Worthington misses working with just
the computer generated version of Arnold; at least that version could act. Then again, the only version of Sam that
seemed to possess any ability was computer animated as well. And Howard, who seems to be in a casting
chaos, has to be kicking himself for abandoning his Rhodey role thanks to his
superhero sized ego. Despite the
deliberate attempt of realistic urban combat tactics, this film has all the
authenticity of a spray tan liberally applied to an incoherent, nonsensical
plot. Director David Ayer is apparently
trying to portray himself as some big screen, hardcore, extreme version of Dick
Wolf but lacks the vision, talent, or maturity to do so and the majority, if
not all, of his incarnations, are box office Kryptonite. 0 out of 5 Kernels: that's 1 hour 50
minutes I'll never get back, to bad nobody sabotaged my Blu-ray player before
I decided to watch this atrocity.
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