Review of 12 Rounds (2009) by Richard W — 13 Oct 2012

As the World Wrestling Entertainment lease out their luminaries to the big screen, we are seeing further additional faces from the ring taking the time to tell stories in front of the film camera. John Cenaâ(TM)s categorical success in front of the WWE universe has provided him with prospects elsewhere, following in the footsteps of former wrestling heavyweight Dwayne â~The Rockâ(TM) Johnson.

Cena enables himself to balance between filming and hurling himself around the professional brawling courts around the United States. Cena is comparatively convincing between the camera lens as Danny Fisher, a police officer who undergoes a challenging ordeal to rescue his beloved girlfriend from the hands of Miles Jackson (Aidan Gillen).

Following being bolted behind bars by Fisher, Miles seeks reprisal by following is altercations with the American cop with the death of his lover-come-accomplice. To unshackle his girl, Fisher undergoes a tribulation of twelve rounds, chasing clues, causing un-wanted damage and making ruthless but repentant decisions along the way.

Renny Harlinâ(TM)s action flick is occupied by unqualified nonsense but does have an exhilarating feel about it. We are relentlessly on the go with 12 Rounds, exploring many areas of the city locations of New Orleans, glorified explosions and heaps of sweaty t-shirts.

Considering Cenaâ(TM)s bodily fluids are typically exchanged mutually with his fellow contestants, posing in full attire must have been a tricky and confusing trial for the champion. There are more detonations than dialogue which after a short while laments the monotony of the cat and mouse adrenaline rush.

One will only ramble in search for the puffed up sequel involving thirteen knockout blows before our hero rescues his sweetheart from his menace foe. As a villain Miles Jackson is a week character, persistently on the run himself, whisking up trickery of poor imagination, using banal forms of criminal injustice to get his own way.

Of course these in-ring â~athletesâ(TM) are actors themselves, predominantly more than theyâ(TM)re puffed up heroes. Unfortunately the calamitous material they quote on a weekly basis to the American nation has propelled itself to the big screen.

Letâ(TM)s just hope this campaign of non-money-making futile reel usage doesnâ(TM)t pull off to be as successful as the acrobatic floor mattress arm-bars and headlocks have done.