"...shit-brained, fuck-faced, ball-brained, duck-fucking..."
In 1996 things are going to be all kinds of fucked up. Crime rate through the
roof, dogs and cats not living together, Will Smith having the
#1 movie at the yearly box office…it’s going to be a real shitshow. Luckily though, we have bungee-jumping
maniac cop, John Spartan (Sylvester Stallone), to save the day by going into a
building to save some hostages after they’ve been murdered and then
accidentally destroying the bodies by provoking the bad guy, Simon Phoenix
(Wesley Snipes), into blowing up the building. Long story short, both Spartan
and Phoenix get sentenced to lengthy stints in the new “California
Cryo-Penitentiary”. Fast-forward to 2032 and the Los Angeles area is now a
Pleasantville/1984-style hell paradise with zero crime, rat burgers and Dan
Cortese playing piano at Taco Bell. It’s a real shitshow. Phoenix is thawed out
for a parole hearing and promptly escapes, so thanks to being unable to deal
with actual crime, the police also thaw out legendary crime fighter Spartan to
help bring Phoenix to justice. It’s all just an elaborate excuse to have
Stallone and Snipes beating the crap out of each other in the future…and it
works because DEMOLITION MAN is fun from beginning to end.
Cheesy script, cheesy direction, campy dialogue, horrible subtitles on the DVD
that are often incorrect, goofy prediction of what the future will be like, a
brief Jack Black sighting,
topless woman video calling the wrong number, a museum with functioning weapons, three seashells, ugly ass futuristic cars,
a lot of dark coloured clothing, virtual sex, medium pace, mild violence, strong
supporting cast, a disappointingly inconstant foul language counting machine,
boring camerawork.
DEMOLITION MAN is very dated, but still a fun ride. Especially for fans of
1990's action movies. A good lazy afternoon time-waster. It might even be a good
double-feature with the superior
CLIFFHANGER, if you're in the mood for a little 1993-era Sylvester Stallone.
If you need me, I'll be in my room applying Baby Yoda Band-Aids to my battered
butthole after an unfortunate seashell accident.