Lordie, lordie what an ex-hit man won't do for the love of his dog. Keanu Reeves is back in this slam-bam-thank-you-mam kind of violent, IMAX, computer game film with witty dialogue. As bloody as this film is, it is funny.
The Champs Elysées theaters were packed this weekend, with French audiences curious to explore the underground cinema of this country across the ocean. Curious: Would the same be true of a festival featuring young French talent in the U.S.?
The story is the time-honored trope of the martial artist who must decide between selling his abilities for money or using them to pursue spiritual goals. Can he find his way back to his own values once he's gone over to the dark side of raw capitalism?
Wherever I go, whether it's a trip around the world or to the local supermarket to pick up Frosted Flakes, I live in a fantasy world that revolves around the idea that I am Neo from The Matrix -- regardless of how much of a mom I look like in real life.
Can a certain level or type of violence actually make a popcorn action film less enjoyable and/or null the would-be happy ending? Arguably there should be some kind of proverbial line in the sand when it comes to casual carnage in 'just for fun' action pictures.