Wild, wild West. Motherfuckin’ wild, wild West.
Way back ye olde steampunk alternate reality 1869, there lived a US Marshal by
the name of Jim West (Will Smith). One fine bright and sunny day, (after
punching a handicap guy, pointing a gun at a crossdresser, burning down a
whorehouse, flashing a group of men and shooting a hole into the ceiling of the
Oval Office) Smith is teamed up with fellow US Marshal Artemus Gordon (Kevin
Kline) and assigned, by President Grant, to investigate the disappearances of
America's leading scientists. For some unexplained reason, the two men are
instantly very competitive towards each other and after a horse / penny-farthing
race, Kline hits Smith in the head with a cartoonishly large hammer. They soon
put their differences aside long enough to play with a decapitated human head
and then touch each other’s breasts. After fondling each other, they sneak into
a party put on by the evil, Dr. Arliss Loveless (Kenneth Branagh), and search
for clues. Finally, around the 50-minute mark they wind up in the wild, wild
West.
I like WILD WILD WEST. I’ve seen it many times over the years and it’s always
good for a chuckle. It’s by no means a good movie, but it is entertaining in a
silly kind of way. And sometimes that’s all you need. Overacting, absolutely
illogical and unbelievable inventions, cartoon physics all over the place, plot
holes galore, clunky script, villains who graduated with honors from The James
Bond Movie Villain School of Murder, impressive supporting cast full of familiar
faces, flamethrower titties, cringey dialogue that is nothing more than thinly
veiled insults about race and the handicap (Example: Branagh mentions that Smith
adds “color” to the party, Smith replies to the legless Branagh about
needing to “stand up and be counted”, Branagh then replies about not
seeing Smith for a “coon’s age”, etc. It just kept going on and was
painful to watch. All of that shit should have been cut.), a steam powered
wheelchair, titty punch, goofy direction, disappointing end boss fight, a Jason
Voorhees sighting, strange editing, one death that literally made zero sense to
me ('Metal Head'), vapor trails in the sky, RCA dog reference, abrupt ending
that left me wanting more…even at 106-minutes, WWW could have 10 minutes longer
and benefited greatly. The pacing of the entire film just felt rushed.
Despite its many shortcomings, WILD WILD WEST is still a fun film that somehow
finds its way into my handsome eyeballs once or twice a year and I always watch
the entire thing. I’d gladly accept a Part 2 if they ever made it. Or a
reboot. Hell, if there was enough extra footage laying around, I'd be
interested in seeing a complete re-edit.
P.S. Nice horse!
Friday, February 5, 2021
Tuesday, January 19, 2021
VERTICAL LIMIT (2000)
Hold on to yer clitoris', motherfuckers!!! From the writer of PHANTOM OF THE
MALL: ERIC'S REVENGE comes VERTICAL LIMIT, the completely nuts story of a
brother (Chris O'Donnell) who will stop at nothing to save his sister (Robin Tunney) who's trapped by an
avalanche with the slimy Bill Paxton.
The film opens by showing us lowly groundwalkers just how awesome
and relaxed the brother and sister are hanging a trillion feet up in the air
with nothing to protect them except their climbing gear and gigantic balls. Then...tragedy strikes and the brother's gigantic climbing balls wither up and die. But not his sister! Oh no, she still has her gigantic climbing testicles and scampers all over the joint like a spider monkey hopped up on hallucinogenic toad puss. That is until one fateful day when she goes
climbing with Bill fuckin' Paxton and a powerful storm traps them in a crevasse. Now it's
up to brother Chris O'Donnell to re-grow his massive climbing round tables and lead three nitroglycerin-packin' teams of big-balled
badasses straight up that mountain's butthole and
save his sister!!! Grrrrr!
On a believability scale of 0 - 666, VERTICAL LIMIT scores somewhere around
zero point zero. I know very little about mountain climbing, but I'm
almost positive that somebody in full mountain climbing gear cannot run and jump 100 feet,
face first into a solid wall of frozen rock and save themselves by ramming two
hammer spikes into the wall. That said, I enjoyed the movie because it was stupid, yet somehow still tried to be serious. To me, that's pure entertainment. Plus, I like it when Bill Paxton
plays a slimeball.Fast enough pace, dated special effects, annoying as fuck stoner bros that said a bunch of funny stuff but none of it was even remotely funny, impressive (nearly all male) cast, a 27-second scene of Scott Glenn shaving, reality thrown straight out the window, plot holes (dying from a lack of water...in a hole made up of ice and snow; who was doing Morse code on the radio first?), macho climbing talk, enough helicopter action to make Michael Bay spooge, Longmire using his normal(?) voice, mildly disappointing third act.
Recommended for fans of ridiculous action movies. Would probably make a fun double-feature with TWISTER.
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