Crank: High Voltage
finally recognizes the shortcomings of the original and uses them
to its advantage. Realizing that an attempt at serious hardcore
action gave way to unrealistic, hyper-stylized, implausibly frenetic
chaos and unintentional humor allows High Voltage to break free
from its restraints and fully embrace the over-the-top humor that
Crank reservedly craved. The utter nonsense that surrounds this
fast-paced sequel that refuses to take itself seriously oozes with
bloodthirsty violence, overdoses of risqué sex in very public
places and crazily callous cursing.
“Fatal” means nothing to the seemingly invincible
Chelios or to the wide assortment of oddballs that frequent his
odyssey. It’s crude, cruel, coarse, and off-color and perhaps
the best brainless escapism to bombard the action film scene in
much too long. From the opening scene in which Vang smugly flicks
cigarette ashes onto Chev’s exposed “strawberry tart”
during open-heart surgery, to Doc Miles’ reminiscing about
the loss of a medical license due to his wife’s failed vaginal
rejuvenation procedure in the basement, to Venus’ untimely
full body Tourette Syndrome attacks, Crank: High Voltage quadruples
the action, fatalities, old lady defilement, random nudity, and
unbelievably twisted villains, and even has time to throw in a
John Woo homage or two and opera music for good measure. Just
watching this film will get you high.
- The Massie Twins
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Will Bai Ling ever play a role other than a hooker or stripper?