Here we are my fellow Strikers….the end of the second, and may I say phenomenal second season. I had a ton of predictions made about how this season would end and none of them rang true. I actually consider that a good thing because it just proves that the writers don’t go for the cliché, instead opting for the surprising. It keeps things fresh, which is the most important aspect to creating a worthwhile show. This season had tensions and body counts running high. There was also an emotional element that last season didn’t have and we’ve seen the characters deal with some pretty heavy emotional turmoil. I love how this show has evolved into something more than mindless explosions and sex, which is a road it could have very easily taken. I’m sad to see that it’s over, but like I said last week, I’m happy it will be back for sure for a third season in 2013. For now, let’s relive the finale.
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.