Too long, too convoluted, too sentimental, and too ridiculous. Some will say those are its good points. Will they embrace the homoeroticism too?
Piles of noirish exposition get the better of Jason Statham in this unpleasantly retrograde crime drama. What happened in Vegas should have stayed there.
In the vast conspiracy of stupidity that has overtaken pop culture, the disparagement of this movie by a film critic becomes an endorsement of a sad sort.
This is what The Expendables hath wrought. Now we’ve got 70-year-old guys thinking they’re plausible as the toughest alpha-male badasses among the worst guys on the planet.
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What this dumb movie wants you to find absolutely hilarious is random 80s action heroes — this flick is lousy with ’em — now puffy with age and sporting embarrasingly bad dye jobs popping up in deus ex actioner situations…
I’m guessing this now-franchise will only go away with its stars start dying of old age.
Of all the washed-up washed-out over-the-hill too-old-for-this-shit action-hero movies we’ve had thrown at us this year — The A-Team, The Losers, The Expendables — Red is by far the most amusing, the most clever, the most tongue-in-cheek, the most fun (and I say that as someone who mostly liked those other movies).
Even the moderate financial hits have been, for the most part, ugly, boring, and creatively tapped out, even grading on the summer-blockbuster curve.
Anything it takes Stallone *and* a gang of badasses to do in *The Expendables,* Angelina Jolie can do all on her own in *Salt*…