Give me explosions or give me... fist fights, I guess.
Somewhat recently I spent a pleasant afternoon watching two of the manliest movies the world has ever known in a row, and today I decided to take some time off from shaving the beard I've been sporting ever since and tell you all about them.
Well, not all, because I'm lazy and will have to go back to grooming my movie-induced facial hair eventually, but you get my drift.
First was The Bourne Legacy, and I cannot say enough good things about Jeremy Renner. You may know him as Hawkeye from the life-consuming awesomeness that is The Avengers, and while he didn't get much screen time there, he's more than capable of carrying a movie. To be fair, Rachel Weisz helped.
I liked everything this movie chose to be (even though it didn't have too many explosions, but made up for that lack in great fights). I liked Cross's reasons for doing what he did, I liked that
it was Dr. Shearing who killed the assassin sent after them in the end (assuming he's dead at all, which I am not sure he is)
, I liked that I now have some idea as to how Jason Bourne was able to do what he did in his three movies, and I really, really liked how I can use this as Hawkeye's backstory until I see something official.
See, when it comes to the Avengers, I live fairly firmly in the movie-verse, even though I steal cool stuff from the comics for my headcanon whenever I feel like it. There are just too many comic continuities out there, they make my brain hurt, so, yeah, my Clint needs a backstory, and for now, this is that story.
How did this get to be about the Avengers? Because everything is The Avengers and nothing hurts, that's how. This fandom, it's eating my brain.
Anyways, OTHER MOVIES! They do exist, and one of them happens to be the second movie I watched that fateful afternoon, a not-so-little gem called The Expendables 2. This one had a ton more gore than the first Expendables, which I was absolutely fine with in this case (unlike the other case), but sadly, that means I won't be able to share it with my smarter half , who for some reason is not interested in blood spray, go figure. If you're not interested in blood spray, either, this is clearly a movie best avoided.
If you don't mind a bit of gore, and like explosions, banter and all the action stars ever, look no further. Seriously, ALL the action stars. Well, almost. Sylvester Stallone, Bruce Willis, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Dolph Lundgren, Chuck Norris, Jet Li, Jean Claude Van Damme, Jason Statham, and I hope there will be a third one with both Dwayne Johnson and Vin Diesel in it, just so I can lose the almost.
Like the first Expendables, this one doesn't take itself or the action genre all too seriously, which is why they were able to name their villain Vilain and have Sylvester Stallone tell a Chuck Norris joke, with Chuck Norris delivering the punch line. Also included: more cheesy one liners than you can shake a stick at. Good times, people, good times.
Additionally, probably even more than in the first one, there were some surprisingly deep moments, and for all their over-the-topness the characters felt very real to me with their quirks and banter. I liked them, I cared about them, and I could tell that they cared about each other, much more than they liked to admit.
All in all, an afternoon well spent, and worth the facial hair I've acquired from the testosterone overload.
Well, not all, because I'm lazy and will have to go back to grooming my movie-induced facial hair eventually, but you get my drift.
First was The Bourne Legacy, and I cannot say enough good things about Jeremy Renner. You may know him as Hawkeye from the life-consuming awesomeness that is The Avengers, and while he didn't get much screen time there, he's more than capable of carrying a movie. To be fair, Rachel Weisz helped.
I liked everything this movie chose to be (even though it didn't have too many explosions, but made up for that lack in great fights). I liked Cross's reasons for doing what he did, I liked that
it was Dr. Shearing who killed the assassin sent after them in the end (assuming he's dead at all, which I am not sure he is)
, I liked that I now have some idea as to how Jason Bourne was able to do what he did in his three movies, and I really, really liked how I can use this as Hawkeye's backstory until I see something official.
See, when it comes to the Avengers, I live fairly firmly in the movie-verse, even though I steal cool stuff from the comics for my headcanon whenever I feel like it. There are just too many comic continuities out there, they make my brain hurt, so, yeah, my Clint needs a backstory, and for now, this is that story.
How did this get to be about the Avengers? Because everything is The Avengers and nothing hurts, that's how. This fandom, it's eating my brain.
Anyways, OTHER MOVIES! They do exist, and one of them happens to be the second movie I watched that fateful afternoon, a not-so-little gem called The Expendables 2. This one had a ton more gore than the first Expendables, which I was absolutely fine with in this case (unlike the other case), but sadly, that means I won't be able to share it with my smarter half , who for some reason is not interested in blood spray, go figure. If you're not interested in blood spray, either, this is clearly a movie best avoided.
If you don't mind a bit of gore, and like explosions, banter and all the action stars ever, look no further. Seriously, ALL the action stars. Well, almost. Sylvester Stallone, Bruce Willis, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Dolph Lundgren, Chuck Norris, Jet Li, Jean Claude Van Damme, Jason Statham, and I hope there will be a third one with both Dwayne Johnson and Vin Diesel in it, just so I can lose the almost.
Like the first Expendables, this one doesn't take itself or the action genre all too seriously, which is why they were able to name their villain Vilain and have Sylvester Stallone tell a Chuck Norris joke, with Chuck Norris delivering the punch line. Also included: more cheesy one liners than you can shake a stick at. Good times, people, good times.
Additionally, probably even more than in the first one, there were some surprisingly deep moments, and for all their over-the-topness the characters felt very real to me with their quirks and banter. I liked them, I cared about them, and I could tell that they cared about each other, much more than they liked to admit.
All in all, an afternoon well spent, and worth the facial hair I've acquired from the testosterone overload.