Movietime: XXX: State of the Union
Starring Samuel L. Jackson's wig and Ice Cube's fake attitude, this film lives up the legacy of the first Triple X, and even surpassed it. Just when I decided it was the dialogue that stuck up the theater the most, a new actor was introduced or a new soundtrack started.
The plot had potential, but the screenwriter just couldn't deliver. I haven't seen Mr & Mrs. Smith yet, but judging by Simon Kinberg's work in this flick, I don't think I want to. The climax was so far fetched that it wouldn't even make it into a James Bond movie.
The direction was nearly as convoluted as the script. Lee Tamahori, who also directed Along Came a Spider, is so much more capable than demonstrated in XXX: SoU, but he strayed from his strengths and tried to copy other groundbreaking techniques such as seen from Rob Cohen or even Joseph Kahn.
Samuel L Jackson must have decided to try and not make his fellow actors feel too bad by trying to actually act in this picture, and well, I don't think we'll be seeing Ice Cube doing Shakespeare in the Park. Ice Cube's "attitude" was so painful to watch that it made one wonder if he could act at all. The only talent in the whole project was Willem Defoe, yet the script even cloaked his abilities.
The costumes and make up were cheap looking - in both senses of the word. Hard to believe that Sanja Milkovic Hays has a resume as long as your arm judging by the work in this movie.
The casting director must have been on crack when she picked out the supporting actors, because none of them could act their way out of a paper bag. However the females did sport some nice breast implants. I guess that substitutes for talent with Margery Simkin.
The explosions now... first rate explosions were enjoyed by all. That's where that 80 million bucks went! ...well, that and the paint job on the Goat.