I've long kinda liked Wesley Snipes as a screen presence; "Murder At 1600," "Passenger 57," "Rising Sun," and the two Blade films that I've seen all entertain well, for example, and one thing I always liked about him was that his characters usually differed from the action-hero norm by having odd little foibles not common to the genre and often being all too human in a self-effacing way ('til he saves the day, of course). I've seen "The Art Of War" a couple of times and liked it, though it's neither his best work nor the best film of its kind ever produced...it's still a good, solid enough effort.
I just watched most of the this alleged sequel. It's horrible. I didn't watch it all because I kept falling asleep, and that turned out to improve the experience considerably. In fact, it's 5 AM now and I need to try to get back to sleep, but I felt compelled to wander over to the computer to warn my fellow astronauts of the dire nature of this cinematic failure before another potential viewer wastes even 20 minutes in attempting to endure it. I got the DVD from the library but some of you may resort to renting or even -- and this prospect sickens me -- BUYING it, and I can't go another minute with that possibility weighing heavy on me.
To be honest, I was really tired so perhaps it's not entirely a shock that sleep might finally overtake me, but the real catalyst for my finally giving in to the arms of Morpheus was that the only dramatic tension that the film imparted to me -- what, exactly, does it have to do with the FIRST film? -- was at some point answered by the sheer pointlessness of the plot (for want of a better word; 'anti-plot'?). This piece has nothing to do with the first film, a fact that in itself would not be such a big deal if the film had anything to do with anything ELSE. This waste of digital video tape was exceedingly poorly written, if it was actually written at all, directed by a person who apparently is, talent-wise, several rungs down the ladder from the typical executor of a birthday party home movie, and for the most part the acting was not acting at all, but in the sense of it being incredibly BAD rather than being at all naturalistic. This piece of garbage fails on every level. Even dozing off and periodically waking up, after a while realizing that the film doesn't even warrant the usual rewind to see what I've missed, didn't rob me of any understanding of what they substituted for an actual plot. In fact, it might have improved the whole. You might notice, of course, that this review contains no spoilers; spoilers are simply not possible when the film has no discernible plot. Calling this dreck 'amateurish' would hint that it might actually have some charm, a quality that (like every other positive quality) it is sorely lacking. Indeed, this film is one that would realize its true potential if subjected to that one-minute-long-movie-acted-by-bunnies approach, though I doubt any bunnies would be desperate enough to resort to remaking this one.
Avoid it. Cross to the other side of the street if you see it coming. If you feel bad for the star's tax strife, just mail him a check; maybe if he gets enough of them he'll stop pumping out egestae like this...
I'm off for some more sleep. The only stay I have against having nightmares about this film is that it's so forgettable a property that as you watch it your memory of the previous scene fades blessedly from mind.
I just watched most of the this alleged sequel. It's horrible. I didn't watch it all because I kept falling asleep, and that turned out to improve the experience considerably. In fact, it's 5 AM now and I need to try to get back to sleep, but I felt compelled to wander over to the computer to warn my fellow astronauts of the dire nature of this cinematic failure before another potential viewer wastes even 20 minutes in attempting to endure it. I got the DVD from the library but some of you may resort to renting or even -- and this prospect sickens me -- BUYING it, and I can't go another minute with that possibility weighing heavy on me.
To be honest, I was really tired so perhaps it's not entirely a shock that sleep might finally overtake me, but the real catalyst for my finally giving in to the arms of Morpheus was that the only dramatic tension that the film imparted to me -- what, exactly, does it have to do with the FIRST film? -- was at some point answered by the sheer pointlessness of the plot (for want of a better word; 'anti-plot'?). This piece has nothing to do with the first film, a fact that in itself would not be such a big deal if the film had anything to do with anything ELSE. This waste of digital video tape was exceedingly poorly written, if it was actually written at all, directed by a person who apparently is, talent-wise, several rungs down the ladder from the typical executor of a birthday party home movie, and for the most part the acting was not acting at all, but in the sense of it being incredibly BAD rather than being at all naturalistic. This piece of garbage fails on every level. Even dozing off and periodically waking up, after a while realizing that the film doesn't even warrant the usual rewind to see what I've missed, didn't rob me of any understanding of what they substituted for an actual plot. In fact, it might have improved the whole. You might notice, of course, that this review contains no spoilers; spoilers are simply not possible when the film has no discernible plot. Calling this dreck 'amateurish' would hint that it might actually have some charm, a quality that (like every other positive quality) it is sorely lacking. Indeed, this film is one that would realize its true potential if subjected to that one-minute-long-movie-acted-by-bunnies approach, though I doubt any bunnies would be desperate enough to resort to remaking this one.
Avoid it. Cross to the other side of the street if you see it coming. If you feel bad for the star's tax strife, just mail him a check; maybe if he gets enough of them he'll stop pumping out egestae like this...
I'm off for some more sleep. The only stay I have against having nightmares about this film is that it's so forgettable a property that as you watch it your memory of the previous scene fades blessedly from mind.