The Review: Another month, another Jason Statham action movie. This month, Statham finds himself as an ex DEA handyman rehoused in Buttfucksville, USA with a new identity and his 9 year old daughter, after a bust involving him infiltrating the local biker gang lands a hefty price tag on his wavy-haired head. Two years later, he’s shaved it all off to the trademark Stath bald cut; daughter is doing okay in school, and everything seems to be going swimmingly.. that is, till the unfeasibly fat and ugly bully picks on his daughter and has his ass handed to him in return, courtesy of the girl utilising daddy’s trade.
Kate Bosworth plays the fat kid’s mom – it’s strange, because she’s not altogether unattractive, and neither is her partner (some toothless redneck goon whose name I can’t be arsed looking up); and they’re in cahoots with James Franco, the local meth dealer looking for distribution. One thing leads to another, and the biker gang find The Stath’s whereabouts courtesy of slapper Winona Ryder and pay him a visit. Guess what happens next.
Homefront is written by Sylvester Stallone – it’s as monosyllabic in delivery as it surely must’ve read – and directed by Gary Fleder who, at one point, showed enormous promise with Things to do in Denver When You’re Dead. He’s now directing Jason Statham flicks.
That said, Homefront is about as good as you’d ever want this to be. It’s peppered with R-rated swearing and the violence is quite satisfactory. Franco still has the unshakable whiff of gold-toothed twatstain from Springbreakers lingering around (frankly, a fragrance he’ll never manage to shift) but it’s a curious joy indeed to see every thitrtysomething’s wank-magnet Winona Ryder hamming it up as the near-junkie bad girl who’s just plain embarrassing as a character. She’s finally trudging her inexorable Marise Tomei route now officially with Homefront, and I sincerely count the days till Aronofsky and/or Lumet manages to convince her to get her tits and ass out in her next movie.
Until then, you’ll just have to settle for Statham abandoning his US accent approximately twenty minutes into this rock-a-billy explosion/punch fest till then. I can think of worse ways to while away a Friday evening.
Reviewed By: Andrew MacKay
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