At a time when odd gimmicks with one sentence premises roam free at the theaters, I was still kinda shocked when Universal Pictures decided to release a gritty cop drama about Liam Neeson trying to figure out which frozen pizza he’d like eat for dinner. It’s a bold move, and frankly, it paid off with some bold cinema. Maybe not as bold as a Tombstone Double Top 4 Meat Pizza, but pretty bold nonetheless.
Premise: In a movie that I saw five days ago yet can barely remember anything about it; two guys (Jake Johnson and Damon Wayans Jr) dress up as cops for a party, and then when they leave the party they notice everyone thinks they’re cops, so they say “Let’s Be Cops” and now they are pretending to be cops. Then they get caught up in a big investigation with dangerous people, so they actually have to do real police work while just pretending to be police. Is this making sense to you yet? They’re not cops, but they are pretending. That’s not just the premise of the movie; it’s also the name of it. Two normal guys. They are fake cops. Let’s Be Cops. [coughs gently into hand]
Premise: A special ops cop from New York teams up with a ex-junkie priest, packing only their deadly firearms and even deadlier rosary beads, on the lookout for some demonic bad guys to pistol whip back to hell… Don’t even *TRY* to badmouth the Yankees around these guys, or they’ll get old testament on yo’ ass. If there’s two things they love, it’s New York City and doing god’s bidding. You mess with either of those things, and you’ll be prayin’ for some eternal damnation after what they gonna do to ya! (OK, now take all of that, and bring it down like 5 notches, and you’ll have Deliver Us From Evil)
As an enthusiast of the “single guy runs into a building and wreaks havoc on all his foes” genre, I was very happy to see that The Raid 2 actually came to theaters out in suburbia. Apparently, so was a 70-year-old married couple, because they were also in the theater and didn’t even leave at the first sign of a guy’s leg twisting the wrong direction. I hope when I’m that old I’ll still be into shit like this.
Premise: Aaron Paul stars as Chase Racerman (Ok, I forgot the character’s actual name), a mechanic who is also like the BEST driver EVER. He gets framed for manslaughter by Derek Evildriver (also forgot character name), and when he gets out of prison, he immediately hits the road to try to get to a race which is the most important race EVER, against Derek Evildriver, with the actual stakes of the race being something they either never mentioned or was said so quietly that I didn’t hear it. But he has to get from New York to California in 45 hours, so as the title proclaims, there is most certainly a *need* for *speed*. It’s a cross-country road trip movie where Chase Racerman is able to avoid getting arrested in every single state somehow, probably because he is like the BEST driver EVER. Sure, the movie has a bunch of flaws, but considering that it’s based off a game by Electronic Arts, that was to be expected (high fives a row of video game nerds).
Premise: In a reboot no one really asked for, a young police officer (played the guy from The Killing) gets blown up in his driveway over some petty bickering with some stereotypically crooked cops, and he gets rebuilt… into… JOHNNY-5. I mean… ROBOCOP. Now, with the help of a possibly evil corporation that still does a lot of great work providing artificial limbs to wounded veterans, he gets put on the streets of Detroit to show the world that robots should be our true overlords, and we need to line the pockets of Michael Keaton’s corporate sport coat with million dollar bills. And even though Detroit isn’t the post-apocalyptic wasteland of mutants and colorful bike gangs we all wished it to be… he still, ya know… cleans up a good amount crime or whatever. But what about his family? WON’T SOMEBODY PLEASE THINK OF THE CHILDREN? Well, he must battle his doughy insides with the shiny metal exterior that’s holding them in, to regain his own humanity, or else his kid may never get to experience what it would be like to play catch with a robot dad who could now probably throw the baseball 215 MPH at his face.
Premise: Two families in Pennsylvania have their young daughters kidnapped out of nowhere on Thanksgiving. They go through the frantic motions of looking for them endlessly for the first week they are missing (which is the film’s timeline). At the same time, a detective who’s never lost a case (Jake Gyllenhaal) also looks for the girls. One of the dads (Hugh Jackman) kidnaps a mentally challenged suspect (Paul Dano) who he believes 100% is the girls’ kidnapper, and locks him in a bathroom where he can torture him to get answers while they continue to look for the girls. Then Gyllenhaal starts looking into Jackman, but they are both looking for the girls still. And I think there’s close to three other subplots. It’s a long movie.
Premise: Jake Gyllenhaal and Michael Pena are a couple of LAPD beat cops who work the rougher areas of town. They love their jobs. But as they start to screw up the plans of a Mexican drug cartel, they become targets of a brutal wave of violence… …in the last 10 minutes of the movie.
I’ve kind of always wanted to write dialogue for a movie like Dredd 3D. I think it would be fun. No one expects much from you, and the objective is to be as bad ass and cheesy as humanly possible. Here’s some lines I thought up and wrote down before I saw the movie that I thought would end up actually being in there:
Going into this movie, I knew it would have an immediate disadvantage in my mind: I hate people who ride bikes on the street. Like they think they’re cars or something… Don’t they realize they force all cars in the right lane to drift over to the oncoming traffic lane so that we don’t murder them? Don’t they realize that they cause inconvenience to everyone just so they can do their stupid exercise routine? Bike riders are such inconsiderate people. I remember even back in college, I would be walking to class, minding my own business, and bike riders would whiz in front of me, or cut me off, and yell frantically “ON YOUR LEFT ON YOUR LEFT”. Dude, shut up, it’s 7:30 AM. Don’t yell at me about moving out of your way on a sidewalk. I don’t even want to think about the amount of times I tripped or almost tripped on a bike tire that inconsiderately went in front of me back then. And these are just casual bike riders. Turns out professional bike riders are worse…