The Naked Gun Review

Rebooting "The Naked Gun" was always going to be a longshot, since the original three films were so perfectly dumb that revisiting it always carried the risk of ruining it, and for three reasons: A) , any "new" movie would always be compared to the earlier ones 2) it's a comedy, and comedy is completely subjective and D) these flicks are relentlessly, aggressively, overwhelming stupid. And I'm happy to report that 2025's "The Naked Gun" is too.

Liam Neeson takes on the role of lieutenant Frank Drebin Jr., son of lieutenant Frank Drebin senior, I guess, first played by Leslie Nielsen, and that's the films best joke- it's second best is how it never acknowledges it. The third is when junior disarms a robber with a finger gun, and so on. To review a film like this, listing out the jokes is pretty much all you can do.

The plot, if you can call it one, finds Frank hot on the trail of Richard Cane, played by Danny Huston, a rich tech mogul who wants to use some device (literally named p.l.o.t. device) to brainwash the entire world to their most primal instincts, essentially resetting humanity. Why? I'm assuming he has some kind of fantasy of being Tarzan or something, but the story in "The Naked Gun" doesn't matter; in fact as of the time of this review, it's Wikipedia page doesn't even have a "plot" section. Maybe that's really the third best joke? I dunno it's a toss up (I really like the finger gun bit).

Pamela Anderson stars as Beth Davenport, who's brother was found dead early on in the breezy runtime. She's convinced it's somehow related to Cane, and pairs up with Frank on solving the mystery. Of course, the real mystery is how it took until now for Hollywood to realize just how funny Anderson is at this sort of stuff. She makes for a great modernization of the Jane Spencer (Priscilla Presley) character from the first three films. It takes a lot of courage and confidence to walk so blindly into a pole all in the name of laughs.

I read on the always-trusty interwebs that Ed Helms was originally tasked with playing the bumbling lieutenant Frank Drebin in an earleir, aborted effort at remaking the property. That would have been terrible, not because Mr. Helms is a bad guy, not that I've ever met him, just because he is no Leslie Nielsen.

Now Liam Neeson? That's about as close as you can get. And hes just great. He recites the most idiotic dialogue, fights the most ridiculous fights and does the most unbelievable things constantly, all while remaining his usual stoic self. He doesn't wink at the camera, let his lip curl even just a bit, as if he knows this is all a farce, and it's his commitment that sells the stupidity.

And boy is it stupid. The film is shockingly stupid, filled with all the puns, background gags and slapstick of the original trilogy, and while it loses some steam towards the end by leaning a bit too heavily on the slapstick, I laughed at lot, out loud and loudly. And if I wished I laughed more, that's only because I was growing restless waiting to laugh again, and then I would. Considering this genre essentially died with the third "Austin Powers" over two decades ago, the world of cinema is better for it. Now all that's left is to wait for "The Naked Gun 2½: The Smell of Fear Part 2½: The Fear of Smell."

I Know What You Did Last Summer Review

The early 90's were not kind to the slasher genre, which sputtered out in an anticlimax until 1996's "Scream" took the world by storm, and left millions of young-adult horror fans for something else to sink their, ahem, knifes into. Enter 1997's "I Know What You Did Last Summer," based on the 1973 book by Lois Duncan, which spawned its own series of sequels and knockoffs. Then the genre died out, again, until I'd say 2018's "Halloween," and soon cinemas were flooded with remakes, reboots and legacy sequels; at least the 1990's boon were fresh, I guess.

I've never read Lois' book, or seen any of the subsequent three films, for that matter, so what irony that this totally-a-sequel-totally-not-a-remake, annoyingly also titled "I Know What You Did Last Summer," works as entertainment more so than the most recent entry in the property that inspired it, "Scream VI." Don't get me wrong, "IKWYDLS" is objectively a pretty lousy flick, filled with conveniences, red herrings, characters doing things only dumb horror movie characters would do and to top of it all off, a talky villain. Or should I say villains? Ha, I'll never tell.

Yet I found myself caught up in some of its twists, which are ludicrous and often illogical and I am ashamed I couldn't spot them ahead of time. I didn't, and so I sat in my comfy reclining leather-like chair smiling that the film got me. How could I not see it coming? I can't dive into spoiler-territory, but I can at least proudly proclaim that I did correctly guess 25% of the ending. Suppose that's something.

Still, that doesn't mean this is worth seeing: despite being a slasher film, it contains very little in the way of actual onscreen bloodshed, and just two sex scenes. With no nudity! What does a person need to do to see a breast!? I know that I'm not being too classy here, but this is the territory this movie occupies and it does not succeed in giving its depraved audience the sinful abandon it so wants in a picture like this.

Oh yes the plot, I had almost forgotten: one fourth of July night, a group of friends inadvertently and drunkenly cause a car accident while trying to watch some fireworks off on some narrow mountain road. With the driver barely alive and clinging on for life inside, the party tries to stop the truck from falling down the watery cliff below, but are unsuccessful. Now in full-panic mode, each of them spits out a different idea of what to do once the cops are called; do they drive away? Head to the police station? Go and check on the driver of the vehicle? And before you cry out that this is exactly how the original played out, this time they were not only drinking, but also smoking pot. So totally modern. And then, one year later, one of them opens a note with the words "I Know What You Did Last Summer," and then the bodies start piling up. Sigh, to be in my twenties again...

The friends are played by Madelyn Cline (Danica), Chase Sui Wonders (Ava), Jonah Hauer-King (Milo), Tyriq Withers (Teddy) and Sarah Pidgeon (Stevie), and they are as stereotypical a band of mad-slasher movie cliches as you can get. Danica is ditsy, Stevie is a bit of an outcast, Ava is internally distraught but tough and Teddy is a meathead- yawn. Oh right, Milo, he's, uh, forgettable?

But the performances are all quite good and their dialogue is occasionally smart, sometimes riffing on the silliness of the entire production of it all (a throwaway line about Scooby-Doo had me laughing loudly), but my gosh these people are idiots. When they're not in a situation they should be using their cell phone to call someone, they're splitting up by themselves in a place they shouldn't be in. And then "boo," the shadowy figure in a slicker with a hook comes along, swings it a few times, either killing one off or trying to. You might be wondering "where are the police," and that's a great question. See, Teddy's dad has the whole force on his payroll, since he breathed new life into the town after the events of the first movie, so they beat around the bush and try to brush all this off. Didn't think we'd be ripping off "Jaws" in a slasher film, but here we are.

And also in case you were wondering, the lug head's daddy is also how, despite the proliferation of phones, cameras and cars with GPS tracking, that a pickup could go flying into the ocean and no one know who did it. And they say the rich don't have problems of their own.

I should mention that some familiar faces reappear here in extended cameos, but I won't go any further to risk spoiling the fun, because that's what this new "I Know What You Did Last Summer" is: it's fun. It had me nostalgic for a series I've never seen, as if my mind wanted to escape back to autumn 1997 instead of realizing how close we are to 2027.

Superman Review

"Superman" is the best DC film since Batman fought the Joker back in 2008 (though not anywhere near as entertaining), avoiding the obvious trap of needless world-building in favor of focusing on the "now:" sure, there are superfluous cameos and scenes that exist purely to setup the next few films, but they are brief, fleeting moments in an otherwise completely ordinary superhero film. 

Problem with that praise is that so often do DC movies suck eggs, but seen on a big screen, in a crowded theater on a comfy reclining leather chair, it made for a good time at the movies, which is what I am all about. It might be average for the genre, but it's above-average for DC, one with a clear vision, directed by a sure hand- I would rank it on-par with 1995's "Batman Forever."

David Corenswet plays the titular Superman, whose jawline certainly looks the part made famous by the late Christopher Reeve and whose body looks good in a rubber suit. As the film opens, he loses a fight to the "Hammer of Boravia," a supervillain who's quickly revealed to be Ultraman. As someone who grew up with toy dinosaurs and monster trucks and not action figures with capes, the naming is so goofy that I'm surprised the property isn't a parody of the genre. He's controlled remotely by people working for Lex Luthor (played without hair by Nicholas Hoult), nameless grunts rocking joysticks and pressing buttons, and so anytime he's onscreen fighting it's about as exciting as watching someone else play a video game.

But that's OK, because all Superman needs to do is a quick whistle and look in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane. No, it's a CGI dog! Naw just kidding, it's Krypto the Superdog. (Like come on, how can anyone take this stuff seriously?) The pup drags him (in a straight line for what seems like half a mile) to the "Fortress of Solitude," where some big magnifying glass-looking thing concentrates the sun, healing our protagonist right up into fighting shape. His domain requires his DNA to enter, but otherwise has no security protecting his ice castle; I suppose he doesn't really have all that many neighbors in Antarctica.

But when returning to the fight, his home base was spotted by "The Engineer," played by María Gabriela de Faría, another baddie. Her powers are a bit vague to me, being able to "make anything she can think of," or something. I imagine not anything, or else she would just turn into a walking hunk of kryptonite, but I digress. She also works for the evil Mr. Luthor, who runs "LuthorCorp," who spends his time trying to persuade the government that Superman is a threat, when he isn't standing around his office yelling at everyone. It's like how I imagine it is working at X, formerly known as Twitter. 

Lex is supposedly really smart, though apparently not smart enough to know Superman's real identity, which frustrated me until a throwaway line about the caped hero's special "glasses." They apparently change how others see him, or something like that, which is a cool idea if the audience saw it. Instead, we just see David in normal pants and dopey hair.

So what's the plot? It's surprisingly deep all things considered, with Luthor planning to start a war by having the fictional nation of Boravia invade the equally fictional country of Jarhanpur. I can't say why due to spoilers, but it doesn't feel all that far-fetched in today's political climate (a megalomaniac's ambitions are seldom wholesome). That is, of course, until we see his VFX-heavy inter-dimensional portal thing, allowing him to instantly teleport all over the globe.

"Superman" comes to us from Marvel-traitor James Gunn, and James Gunn "the director" certainly knows how to direct an action scene: you can clearly see what's going on and rarely becomes a mess of computer-generated special effects soup. And James Gunn "the writer" can come up with a few amusing jokes, spacing them far enough apart that the whole production doesn't become a self-aware, self-righteous ego-trip that distracts from the grounded narrative. But "writer/director" James Gunn struggles to flesh out characters, giving them all the depth of Krypto's water dish. They come onto the screen with little introduction (like "The Justice Gang"), who all have a preexisting relationship with Superman despite never explaining where their powers came from or how they know each other. The movie just sorta expects you to know already, like a sequel to a film that never existed.

I also felt yucky when some of Gunn's jokes verge on cruel, mostly around Daily Planet newspaper employee Jimmy (Skyler Gisondo). He's introduced with female coworkers gawking at how attractive he is. Not only does this make zero sense when he literally sits next to Super-freaking-man, but he is like a solid "five" at best. But his personality is also gross, especially a main plot-point about his secret affair with Luthor's girlfriend Eve. She's played by Sara Sampaio and her whole personality is just lounging around in flashy clothing taking selfies. But Jimbo isn't actually attracted to her, just using her for information on Lex despite her obvious infatuation. Why is he so repulsed by her? Because her toes look like "shrimp" or something. Har hee har har.

I also fault ye olde fallacy of the talky villain, the cliche where the bad guy, instead of just killing the protagonist, talks and talks again and again about their plan. This is common in popcorn films like this, so the hero can figure out a way to escape while they're gabbing, but "Superman" wants to be more than a simple summer blockbuster. If Lex is allegedly a genius, you'd think he'd be smarter than a man with three nipples from James Bond.

But the silliest thing is how "Superman" shows, that in 2025, a newspaper would still be a thing,

The Old Guard 2 Review

If I can praise anything about the sequel to Netflix's 2020 film "The Old Guard," it's that it doesn't bother with silly subtitles, sticking with the tired and true "2" affixed to the end. Sadly, when I say that's about all I can praise, I mean it.

"The Old Guard 2" is a talky superhero film that forgoes the freedom of not having any baggage the big guys have (Marvel and DC) by padding its runtime, scene after scene of characters walking around, sitting down, standing here or there, etc., spouting vague dialogue about the "freedom of being mortal" or whatever. Even the action, which is momentarily exciting, is brief and often dimly lit. And the big finale takes place at a nuclear facility, which, in movie-terms, means large rooms filled with steamy pipes, automatic doors and useless touchscreens. But that's the old guard, or should I say, old hat?

The first movie, which was a breath of fresh Hollywood glitzy air during the early days of the pandemic, is also lost in the blur which was that global event, and part two readily assumes you've freshly seen the original, loved it and read the graphic novels all this is based on. And if you're a normal (ish) person like me, who most certainly has not done any of that, then get ready to waste your rainy Sunday afternoon being both confused and bored. I did remember that Charlize Theron starred, so yay for me, I guess.

She plays Andy, leader of a merry band of immortal crime fighters, but do you recall her having lost her immortality? I sure didn't, and unless you press pause, select "The Old Guard" collection on the streamer and rewatch the earlier chapter, don't worry, it only takes about half this movie's length before it offers an explanation. In the meantime, you'll welcome back characters you didn't remember in the first place, like Andy's friends Nile (KiKi Layne), Joe (Marwan Kenzari) and Nicky (Luca Marinelli), as well as her former CIA pal Copley (Chiwetel Ejiofor). Did I hear a yawn or was it just me?

The plot concerns a mysterious woman named Discord (an absolutely wasted Uma Thurman), who we learn is the first of the immortals, after Andy's team stops an illegal arms deal from happening. Discord was the buyer, though when we first meet her, she doesn't seem all that bent out of shape from losing what is at least thousands of dollars of guns, but I digress.

Discord has also found Quynh (Veronica Ngo) in an iron maiden dumped at sea in the centuries ago, a former friend of Andy and she is quite angry she stopped looking for her. She joins Discord to get revenge, but why exactly did Discord rescue her? To get the manpower or to try and bait Andy out of hiding? I think both, and I'm not exactly sure the film knows either.

This alone is basic enough to build an action movie out of, but there's more: Nile is said to be the last of the immortals, and their local neighborhood immortal librarian Tuah (Henry Golding) has a theory that she also has the power to stop those from lasting forever if she inflicts damage. Why? Because he found an old legend, of course! It's such a flimsy excuse of an answer that even the characters don't seem to believe it, but that's what constitutes effective world-building for screenwriters Greg Rucka and Sarah L. Walker. The theory is true, of course, guess those ancient books are always right on the money.

There's more, of course, but "The Old Guard 2" ends so abruptly, so obviously setting up a third entry that I nearly hopped off my couch with delight, happy that I was spared any more tedium. Until the next one comes out, that is, and the professional critic in me presses "play."

I don't mean to come down too much on the film- it's way too inconsequential and slight for me to really hate, except how it wasted my time. But it makes no sense, goes nowhere and means nothing. At least the overqualified cast seem to be enjoying themselves, but their pleasure does not translate to me as I watched on, twiddling my thumbs and wishing I had another box of candy to eat.

Jurassic World Rebirth Review

If the latest "Jurassic Park World" film lacks anything, it would be ambition. The sets, actors, direction, etc., are all top-notch, a lot of money spent to make this a very good looking picture, but the script simply steals scene after scene from the monster movie cliche-factory. Say what you will about the series' "Fallen Kingdom" or "Dominion" entries, but they at least swung for the fences, figuring out how to make a haunted house or "Indiana Jones" with dinosaurs work.

Actually I take that back, the beginning is fun: the film opens in 2010 in a secret lab where they're making hybrid dinos. A novel idea but it gets better; it's amusingly explained that a candy bar wrapper, which was sucked up by automatic doors and caused the system to reboot, is the whole reason the monsters escape and thusly, the whole reason this movie exists. It was a Snickers bar, in case you're wondering, you know, because it's funny. Har hee har har.

But I digress: I lay much of the blame on writer David Koepp, who co-wrote the first one (alongside franchise creator, the late Michael Crichton) and solely penned the first sequel, and "Rebirth" feels like a direct continuation of the latter: great action sequences populated by characters I felt nothing for. There's the shady pharmaceutical guy Martin (Rupert Friend), the sarcastic dinosaur expert Dr. Loomis (Jonathan Bailey), the franchise-usual "child who shouldn't be here" Isabella (Audrina Miranda), etc.,. Even Scarlett Johansson, as the mercenary Zora, is wasted, looking commanding holding a gun, but like the rest is given nothing to do; people simply go where they shouldn't and get chased (or eaten) by creatures who belonged sixty five million years ago.

The narrative is equally uninspired: Martin's company needs samples from living dinosaurs to cure heart disease (a plot all dino-loving kids will no doubt care about), so she in turn hires Duncan (Mahershala Ali) and team to take a boat to the equator, where dinosaurs roam free. All countries have banned entry to their habitat, but that shouldn't be a problem; as he explains "no one is dumb enough to go where we're going." Talk about a great sales pitch.

Zora is only in it for the money, and so are her allies, but what surprises me the most about this obviously bad idea is that a literal doctor would willingly, after everything that's ever happened in these pictures, to go ahead with the plan. Sure, he's rock-climbed before, but he isn't exactly the kind of guy who usually lives very long in monster movies. The film tries to explain that he agreed because the population has stopped caring about dinosaurs, a statement I just plainly refuse to believe: have you ever met a six year old kid? (Or the people who willingly pluck down seventeen plus bucks for a ticket and the 3D surcharge?)

Speaking of 3D, it isn't worth the extra few dollars: I didn't feel more immersed in the action, and the dinosaurs didn't come out and eat the annoying family in my row who talked the whole time. Shame.

One of the trio of dinos they need dino-DNA from is the, checks internet, the aquatic mosasaurs, but before they can complete 33% of the plot, they intercept a distress call. It's Reuben (Manuel Garcia-Rulfo), his two daughters and the oldest's lazy boyfriend. Their sailboat was capsized after a dino attack, so not only is Reuben a bad father for taking his children into dino-infested waters, but that there really isn't any policing of the deadly ocean to stop bad fathers like Reuben from taking children there!

Anyway, the mosasaurs are found to be working alongside a pack of spinosauruses in hunting; Duncan tries to escape their pursuit but crashes the boat on an island (where else?), and the two parties get separated. There's a lot of cool ideas here, but they either go nowhere or are illogical, take the different species forming a squad for lunch: it's brought up, leads to a terrific action scene, and then dropped. T-Rex? Goes about solo. Dilophosaurus? Lonesome scavenger. It is just so frustrating.

Reuben, now limping thanks to an injury he sustained on the boat, is trying to find a village Martin mentioned, following warm pipes he hopes will take them to safety, where as Zora and friends continue looking for the remaining two living theme park attractions they need. I did find it a bit refreshing that the film chooses to have two parallel bands of survivors, opposed to them all sticking together, but of course, being PG-13 Spielberg-sanctioned cinema, the guys and gals with guns are the ones who end up as dino-chow. I don't necessarily want to see kids or teens (or a dad with his children in sight) get munched on, but what sense does a group with weapons and a paleontologist being the team that's snacked on make?

I also would have liked for this village to actually exist, just to see what kind of crazy people live with the dinosaurs. Maybe in the sequel.

The remainder of the runtime consists of your usual jungle scenes ("did something just touch my leg in the water?" a character asks), a field of long neck herbivores (the only time where characters are in awe at the creatures' beauty) and abandoned InGen labs (including a gas station, complete with a convenience store). I wouldn't mind so much (aside from this being, checks internet again, seventh film in the series) if they did anything new here. But no, "Jurassic World Rebirth" only wants to tread the familiar, like an extended riff on the kitchen scene from the first movie. Or the character you're supposed to believe was eaten, only for them to inexplicably live, just like in part three. Or like the aforementioned gas station, like, oh I dunno, the second film, the franchise' worst entry, though now it has some competition.

Heads of State Review

From the director of 2021's above-average "Nobody" comes the equally above-average "Heads of State." It's got a high energy level, action scenes that look like they're happening in-front of the camera instead off from a computer, two terrific lead actors and a subject matter ripe for satire.

John Cena, finally finding a project worthy of his charisma, plays Will Derringer, a model turned actor turned president of the United States, and the film knows how silly it is when Hollywood enters politics. Much of the humor towards the parody president comes from Sam Clarke, played with laconic irony by the always wonderful Idris Elba, the UK Prime Minister. He bemoans the man, thinking of him as a joke and dreads the idea of having to share the stage when the two countries have to hold a press conference to discuss their alliance on some gobbledygook satellite system called "Echelon." The two come to quips, and in an attempt to get some positive publicity, Sam joins Will aboard Air Force One. The bickering continues at 30,000 feet. 

The two, however, are soon attacked by an assassin disguised as a server, the plane begins to go down, but the duo are able to escape with the only two remaining parachutes. While very-much alive, the world thinks they're dead and the two try to head to a safe house in Poland. What they don't know is that Echelon has been compromised by a very bad man, Viktor Gradov (Paddy Considine). He's upset that his son was killed offscreen trying to make a nuclear reactor, and thanks to Echelon he now has access to all sorts of classified NATO secrets, which he leaks to try and disassemble the regional alliance. Or something; the plot in a movie like this is about as important as the calorie count on the big bucket of popcorn during a good summer blockbuster.

Along this very familiar turf, our familiar characters run into another familiar cliche, the former lover AND also-thought-to-be-deceased secret service agent Noel (Priyanka Chopra Jonas). Her and Sam "used to work together," and her team was killed in the film's opening, depicting how Viktor actually got his hands on Echelon, but what I was more fascinated about was the utter lack of chemistry she and Idris had. He is ten years older than her in real life and it shows, and I never believed for a second their prior romance. (Or their, gasp, potential rekindling?!) What's even more amusing is how the actress is actually married to Nick Jonas, who is ten years younger then her! Not that it matters, but it does go to show just how closely one needs to pay attention here, or how long it sticks around your dome once the credits roll.

But who cares when the action spans planes, trains and automobiles, the fights and shootouts showing who is throwing a punch, or who is taking the bullet, director Ilya Naishuller clearly knows how to handle material like this. And whether it's actual physical stunts or just really good CGI, I never got the impression that the pricey cast was just standing around a green screen reacting to things that'll be added in post-production, helping take me back to a time where every few weeks it felt like the theater or the local VHS store was littered with these kinds of dumb action movies.

I lamented the lack of logic in my review of Liam Neeson's recent "Ice Road: Vengeance," and while "Heads of State" is equally oblivious to how things in the real world actually function, it works this time around because it is 100% action comedy and zero percent thriller. Both parts to its genre whole breed beautifully in the outrageous and unbelievable, and this film has it in spades. How could I believe that a random Russian farmer would recognize Will from his movies when none of her boys did, especially since they're probably the target demographic? Why should I pretend to think that one of the leads actually died when a rocket is shot into the building they're standing in, with something like thirty minutes left on the runtime? In what world should I accept the lunacy that Viktor could somehow stage a surprise assault on a NATO summit, where security should be tighter than John Cena's bicep curl? The answer? Because it gives the filmmakers the opportunity to stage some impressive set pieces and actors to deliver a few amusing lines of dialogue.

Ice Road: Vengeance Review

You've seen a movie or two where an aging "name" actor is slapped across the poster and trailer, only for them to make a glorified cameo appearance. The genre is usually action or thriller (or if the makers are feeling frisky, an action thriller), and stereotypically appeal to old men; they're commonly called, the cinematic slur, "geezer teaser," and everyone from Steven Segal to Sylvester Stallone is guilty to these quick paychecks, often eschewing large releases in favor of a very limited release, then littering the dying DVD section of mega-marts.

But not Liam Nelson: his films have him in almost every fight, shootout and action sequence, being a true professional by giving his niche audience what they want. I call his picture "geezer pleasers."

Only something strange happened with his latest venture, "Ice Road: Vengeance-" none of my local theaters were playing it when it came out last Friday, and not even a week later, it is ready to buy or rent digitally. This marks perhaps the beginning of the end of his late-career turn as a mainstream action hero, where he'll join the video-on-demand ranks of the few who still headline their films; Dolph Lundgren and Jean-Claude Van-Damme may soon have some company on every budget streaming service. 

"Ice Road: Vengeance" is, perhaps unsurprisingly,  not Liam Neeson's best film; hell, it's not even his best film with the word "ice road" in it. A sequel to 2021's guilty-pleasure "The Ice Road," where he played an ice road trucker, everyone's favorite aging Irish actor returns as Mike McCann, who is not seen steering a tractor-trailer on an ice road. Instead, we learn that Mike, struggling with survivors' guilt, heads out to Nepal to spread his deceased brother's ashes atop Mount Everest. So far, so snowy.

But cut to a nearby village, where the townspeople are angry at Rudra (Mahesh Jadu), a shady businessman who wants to build a dam. But the Rai family won't sell their land, leading to the mysterious death of Ganesh's (Shapoor Batliwalla) father. Fearing for his own life, he heads out into hiding in a remote cabin in the mountains, urging his son Vijay (Saksham Sharma) to leave the local market and join him. 

I've compared Liam Neeson to the late Charles Bronson in nearly every film of his I've reviewed, and this boilerplate plot makes this his "Messenger of Death." But I digress. 

Back to Mike, together with his guide Dhani (Fan Bingbing), they head up the mountain on a tour bus driven by Spike (Geoff Morrell). His quirky dialogue and shabby appearance makes the most of his limited screentime.

How do these two plots collide? Vijay of course takes the very same bus up to his father, but along for the ride are two assassins, who take the whole vehicle hostage in broad daylight and an extremely populated road. Mike and Dhani make quick-work of the crooks, naturally, knocking one out of the moving vehicle and tying up the other. After losing control of the bus, because Spike just didn't, you know, hit the brakes once the hitmen were neutralized, the local police show up and that's it, that's the end. Only it would be, if one of the passengers (Myers, played by Bernard Curry) hadn't gotten this feeling that something wasn't quite right.

What follows is scene after scene of increasingly goofy moments that betray both the budget and our star's reputation. Take, for example, when their bus tips over while being pursued by that bad businessman and his squad of bent cops, their axel torn right off. Mike and friends notice that down the cliff lies a vehicle graveyard, and are able to climb down the cliff and rig a pulley system to lift up parts of the abandoned trucks. It was so outlandish, so unrealistic and didn't have any bearings on the plot that I asked myself "what's the point?"

The whole production is like this. Why is this a sequel when it has almost nothing to do with the first one? Why is a film with the word "ice" in the title feature practically no ice? Why does Dhani know how to fight? Why are there no other tourists ascending what's probably the world's most famous mountain? Why is the CGI so shoddy? Does being a dumb movie mean I shouldn't ask those sorts of questions? What kind of dumb rule is that?!

Yet there are some admirable qualities- returning writer/director Jonathan Hensleigh does handle the action with some finesse, and effects (when practical) are impressive. Also returning is cinematographer Tom Stern, who sometimes fills my TV screen with beautiful shots.

But does being objectively bad film means I didn't enjoy "Ice Road: Vengeance?" Of course not; I never regretted my time sitting on my couch, my hand shoved deep in a box of candy. And, I mean, where else can see a seventy three year old, Oscar-nominee Liam Neeson take out a bad guy with an urn?