Somewhere deep inside me, there's a
sixteen-year-old boy that loved the shit out of the new Total Recall.
Sure, it should have been at least fifteen minutes shorter, and five of
those fifteen minutes were just shots of Kate Beckinsale striding
purposefully down various corridors with her hair blowing dramatically
around her face. Whatever. It was still a sweet valentine to a certain
kind of sci-fi action movie from the late '80's and '90's. What it
lacked in plot coherence, it made up for in sincerity, much of which was
provided by Colin Farrell's bushy, soulful Irish eyebrows, which were
constantly climbing his forehead in adorable consternation.
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