With my son Jack in town last week, I hit the theater to see three action movies in a row. Not my usual pattern of film selection but, hey, you can’t take a tween dude to see art-house niche flicks jammed with casually transgressive sex, dry social commentary, and/or confusing cinematography.
Plus, yeah … I do like action flicks, too. After all, you don’t hand in your Y chromosome when you get your first full-time job.
In the interest of this website’s basic premise, let me offer mini-critiques of these three films as story-telling. WARNING: Some of the commentary below could be considered spoiler-ish.