Action? Check. Science fiction? Check. Space setting? Check. Hot guy carrying a gun, blowing stuff up / blasting caps in people? Double check. Call me easy, but when I go to the movies for sheer mindless entertainment, that’s my check list. Don’t feed me any of that girlie-chic-flick-gooey-lovey-dovey stuff. No siree. I want my mindless entertainment to be action or science fiction. And if it’s both, even better. And there better be some explosions by God.
The thing is, it’s not hard to satisfy those cravings. There is so much sci-fi/action schlock out there that if you were to go to the video store (do those even still exist??), put on a blindfold and just grab something, you’d probably pull something like, Moon 44 off the shelf. No disrespect to Michael Pare (look him up folks) or anything, I’m just being honest. Or you could just tune in to SyFy for one of their original movies. Don’t get all sensitive, I’m not hacking on those. I’ve watched and even reviewed a few of them. I’m just saying, I’d prefer it if my schlocky action/sci-fi had a little meat to it. So, since that was my craving this past Sunday I decided to check out the latest fare, Lockout. The previews made it seem like it had all of those qualities tied up in one neat, hot, delicious, muscle-y….pardon me, I’m getting sidetracked…..package. What set this film apart from all the other dross that’s out there? One name: Guy Pearce. Guy Frakking Pearce. G is for Guy, and that’s good enough for me.
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