You haven’t seen a gay action movie shot until you’ve seen Chuck look back over his shoulder as he dispatches an enemy with his devastating tailpipe.
Really, any political content just kind of confused mess to serve as backdrop for all the ninjanity.
Feeling very much like an X-Files episode writ large for the big screen, The Forgotten is forty-five minutes too long and all too easily forgotten.
Feathered hair, sunglasses, tight jeans, firm muscles, and ready to kick Commie ass.
And at 53% good, well, I’m not sorry I watched it.
One of the finest character studies of the cinema.
With Bronson fighting rival drug gangs, it stands to reason that people are gonna die.
I had to air out the house after watching it.
All that we are, then, is how we manage in the face of death.
Corpse Count: Few films can rival Invasion USA in this department, just as it can rival few films in any other department.