The reviews (and horrible box office) of Drive Angry suggest some faux-grindhouse fatigue, and while it clearly isn’t the director’s first time at the 3D rodeo (he also did the solid My Bloody Valentine), the format is wearying and arguably superfluous to the fun. After all, they can have debris fly across the screen even if we don’t don glasses for the Viewmaster effect. Despite these niggles, this is still the kind of movie where people say stuff like “I’m gonna take this stick…from Kentucky…and beat your ass!” immediately before having their eye gouged, and an earnest Nic Cage swigs Jack Daniels in slo-mo immediately after shooting umpteen people, fucking all the while. It’s also the kind of movie where William Fichtner, as a sassy, suited middle manager from Hell, drives a hydrogen tank through a roadblock as “That’s The Way (I Like It)” plays in the rig. That last one’s kind of a spoiler, but the movie may only be playing for another two days and I want to make clear it might be worth your time.
