In fact, Drive Angry commits a cardinal sin for a film of this type: it’s dull. The deliberately winking attempts at excess - a Shoot ’Em Up sex scene-cum-gun battle - are overblown, while there’s a curiously drab atmosphere throughout. The car chases - not as numerous as you’d think - are pedestrian, so lacking in speed that it might be better if Cage got out and pushed. Instead, he ballooned it over the bar, Brian. All that’s left is for the director to stroke it into the back of the net. Let’s repeat that, shall we? He breaks out of hell.
It has all the elements for entry to the grindhouse hall of fame: fast cars, nude women, ludicrous action, Nic Cage, Satan worshippers, lines like, “You don’t know pain until you’ve seen someone pull your daughter’s head off”, Nic Cage’s hair, car chases, a bad guy who has a walking-stick fashioned out of a human femur, William Fichtner and a plot involving its hero breaking out of hell.
Drive Angry ("in 3D") is the cinematic equivalent of an open goal.
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