A Bit of the Old Ultraviolence
I’ve been watching a few movies since Meagan’s been out of town and it’s been much like being in a sauna where ever I go the last few days. Last night was no exception.
I started off (yeah, it was something of a marathon) with Bruce Willis’s “Hostage.” I was expecting a whole lot of violence and I wasn’t dissapointed; there was so much gore that I think I’m gonna have to call ServiceMasters. But the movie offered more than just gore. It raised the perennial questions: What matters to you the most? What will you do to get and protect it? I actually was surprised by the movie, but partly because I went in with low expectations.
Because it’s really hard to see too much brain matter splattered on the wall from a pistol shot to the temple, I followed “Hostage” with Steven Segal’s “Submerged.” Oy! What a travesty that was. This flick about a mad, money-hungry scientist who figures out a way to brainwash and control people from any distance is ludicrous. And filled with bad acting. And has a poor plot and worse writing. The bottom-of-the-barrel clencher, though, is that Segal uses guns way more than his silly girl-fighting, slappy-hands, so-called martial arts skills in this movie. Maybe he’s getting too old to be an action hero. No wonder the movie was direct-to-video.
Tonight, I’ve cued up “Corporation,” a documentary about something… I forget what…
