April 12th, 2008 at 11:48 am
Sigh, Keanu
I went to watch a movie last night, Street Kings with a mental picture of Keanu Reeves in a hot body and clean shaven face. He was a bit thin in Constantine but that doesn’t stop me from ogling at him. He is so damn hot. I could watch Constantine many times over and over again and could even remember some of the lines. (He’s even hotter in Matrix trilogy and the Lakehouse with Sandra Bullock)
I like this part in Constantine:-
Satan: Sonny, I’ve got a whole theme park full of red delights for you.
John Constantine: Well, aren’t you a peach?
Street Kings was an utter let down. Instead of looking fabulous, Keanu is ravaged by time. Even though he appeared to be somewhat buff in this movie, he looked old and fat. First thing I noticed is, his oval face with distinctive jawline is no longer there and there was a slight double chin. Perhaps the make-up artist for this movie should be fired for this.
Keanu aside, the movie is filled with the F-word, so you get those brainless censor board butchered the entire movie till you don’t even know what the conversation was all about. Forrest Whitaker was reduced to being Jack Wander, the power hunger Police Chief-to-be and his lines were entirely comical and not to mention, made him looked rather stupid. He’s not suited for a comedy role, seriously.
You have the cute guy who played Aidan in Sex & the City as one of the detectives (John Corbett). I think there was also a lady who played Tia Dalma aka Calypso in Pirates of the Caribbean (Naomie Harris). Chris Evans also starred as Detective Discant aka Disco. I was thinking where have I seen this dude before and, found out he was in the Rise of the Silver Surfer as the Human Torch Guy aka Johnny Storm. And you have this, annoying Dr House (Hugh Laurie) playing an equally annoying role as Captain James Biggs.
With the star studded cast, one would expect lots of blood (yes!) and intelligent one liners like the Godfather.. but no. SIGH.
The plot is predictable. The dialogues got heavily butchered. There is no intelligent one liner, forgettable script. There was an idiot kicking the chair next to mine every half hour. I couldn’t suppress my worsening cough. Worst of all, Keanu looks old and fat. Sigh.
I guess I probably would get the DVD to catch up with the butchered conversation. Again, I probably would not.