Crank and its sequel, Crank High Voltage were even crazier than I expected. I mean I’d argue that my heart was racing quicker than Chev Chelios’ during most of the movie. The funniest thing is I didn’t care about anyone but Chev. I didn’t care for his gf, Eve, the doctor guy who helps him out, the trans/porn star or the passersby who were offed and/or injured during the chases.
|Look at this crazy guy…|
Seriously. And normally this would be result in a bad review, but in this case I figure that it’s difficult not to root for Chev. The guy is one badass antihero. I didn’t know whether to love him or hate him because he kept me entertained for 2 films totaling ~3 hours. I didn’t even mind the cliffy endings to the two movies, and usually I do. I’d like some closure, but I don’t think any HEA or HFN would have worked in Chev’s life.
It was all go-go-go throughout, can you imagine him stopping to marry Eve or something?
The only thing I cringed through were some of the weirder torture scenes. I don’t really want to stick around and watch some guy cut off his nipples. (Yes, I cringe my way through GoT.) So this movie is definitely more violent and sexual than Triple X/XXX, but I drooled over Jason Statham as much as I do Vin Diesel (I guess I’ll have to watch Furious 7 now for Day Six).