Review of Falling Down (1993) by Guy W — 05 Jan 2010
Falling Down forcibly reminds me of Death Wish, where good ole Charlie Bronson gets his rocks off by righteously merking hoodlums. However, like Bronson's performance, Michael Douglas' Foster suffers a serious deterioration of bad-ass-ness as the film ages.
Most critics will say that's okay - the film is intended in part as an indictment of moral decay in urban America. To those critics I reply: Fuck Your Mother.
Douglas' repeated touch-your-toes-and-close-your-eyes-ing of "Bad Guys" is enjoyable but lamentably tame. I hate tame. Tame is for French people. His crazy guy act is also a little too routine, but I'm sure fifteen years ago it was tits.
So if you're retarded enough to need a reminder that society is going to shit, go ahead and pop Falling Down into your outsourced DVD player and have a looksie. If you're looking for true ass-whooping, try something with Clint Eastwood.
This review of Falling Down (1993) was written by Guy W on 05 Jan 2010.
Falling Down has generally received positive reviews.
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