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I ALWAYS TRY TO AVOID SPOILERS.
“Rise Up” No. Sit down, switch off and perhaps you'll make it
Idris Elba was too expensive so his “son” is the focus of a film
which just reeks of an aggrandised budget. There's monsters and
robots and frankly, chances are you're already not reading this
review. Tits! Bottoms! Yeah, sex sells.
Despite being a huge Guillermo del Toro fan, I didn't like the
original Pacific Rim initially, but I confess it did grow on me a
little. I realise that's ever so slightly a fucking hypocrisy from me
as all the Transformers films I've all scored ten out of ten. OK not
really, but I still have some of the Transformer toys somewhere. Why?
Because they're intricately designed, clever pieces of plastic for
children to learn assembly with you cretin! Intricately
designed, clever pieces of plastic which
just happen to be based
on Autobots and Decepticons: who are badass. What I'm saying is that
Pacific Rim should be exactly my kind of thing. Moving on.
film picks up some years after the original, I'm not sure how many
and can't be arsed to check, but apparently CGI has grown less
convincing. John Boyega play Elba's son, and is good value, in fact
he carries the first half of the film, which was quite enjoyable. The cast are clearly having fun,
Charlie Day is also good and Scott Eastwood I have liked previously,
and I like him here, which isn't really what I get the impression
you're supposed to do. He's set up as the bad guy. Maybe I'm the
sociopath. However, when Elba's son meets a fifteen year old who can
build and pilot her own robot they get recruited to some weird robot pilot school
which apparently has no safeguarding policies and places the girl child in a
dorm with adult men.
be honest, I fell out of love with Pacific Rim 2 at about the halfway
point. It was a love built only on the desire to be entertained, and
when the fun stops, I normally stop. I kept at it based entirely on
my desire to spit venom at the celluloid. My notes convey a confused, weird sense of enjoyment. There was
clearly something about it. At one point Boyega eats ice cream while
drinking beer. What kind of a fucking psycho can eat ice cream with a
beer? This is a man with no sense(s) left, he's perfect for piloting
a fucking city wrecker, yeah let the guy who's lost his mind and
palate do that humanity saving task. It's nuts. It's a dichotomy and
it is the film in microcosm.
it? This might be your cup of tea, but bear in mind Transformers
is mine, and I didn't like Pacific Rim: Uprising. I did sit through
it though, which as I get more cynical is less common. Second half
alone I'd score 2/10, but the first half a 6/10 which tells you how
bad the second was. 4/10