Imagine this person. He's 23, has a rotten job as an auto mechanic (where his boss doesn't like him), lives with his parents (who want him out), gets dissed at the local coffee shop and fast food joint (where he's mocked) and has a best friend who's some kind of idiotic social darwinist. Yet he feels superior to everybody. His natural expression is a smirk.
If anyone has earned the right to slaughter more than 90 innocent people in one day, it's him.
I kid, of course. But if this plot line doesn't interest you, stay away.
"Rampage" echoes several movies, especially "Taxi Driver" and "Falling Down". Otherwise unremarkable regular guy snaps one day and goes postal. Our guy in "Rampage," however, has been planning his moment meticulously. Random turns out to not be random at all.
The gun and bomb violence in this movie is extreme, especially since every victim does not deserve his or her fate. Even the arrogant barista.
The movie has two totally arresting scenes, one when our guy enters a beauty salon and another when he enters a bingo parlor. The viewer ends up desperately trying to read his mind to determine what he will do. He seems not to know himself at first.
This is the only movie I've ever seen by Uwe Boll, who I gather is considered a disreputable hack by serious film people. Maybe so, but if you like black comedy -- I mean coal mine black at midnight on a moonless night -- you should check this out.
If anyone has earned the right to slaughter more than 90 innocent people in one day, it's him.
I kid, of course. But if this plot line doesn't interest you, stay away.
"Rampage" echoes several movies, especially "Taxi Driver" and "Falling Down". Otherwise unremarkable regular guy snaps one day and goes postal. Our guy in "Rampage," however, has been planning his moment meticulously. Random turns out to not be random at all.
The gun and bomb violence in this movie is extreme, especially since every victim does not deserve his or her fate. Even the arrogant barista.
The movie has two totally arresting scenes, one when our guy enters a beauty salon and another when he enters a bingo parlor. The viewer ends up desperately trying to read his mind to determine what he will do. He seems not to know himself at first.
This is the only movie I've ever seen by Uwe Boll, who I gather is considered a disreputable hack by serious film people. Maybe so, but if you like black comedy -- I mean coal mine black at midnight on a moonless night -- you should check this out.