Bums me out we don't make movies like this anymore. Find a popular author, pull a book of the shelf at random, devote upwards of 70% of the budget to a couple A listers and just let them cook.
This movie has a lot of flaws, a major one being that I'm not actually sure it makes any sense, but I bet the house was packed in 2003 and everyone went home happy. Times have changed...
Almost sickeningly sweet at times but a lot of fun if you grew up as a WWE fan. Nick Frost has as direct a line to my funny bone as any actor alive. The Rock somehow manages to nail his patented complete lack of believability despite the fact he's playing himself.
Does it make sense to have sharks in the Coliseum? No. Is it rad as fuck? YES.
Really surprised by how much I enjoyed this, but it suffers from some of the same issues as a lot of legacy sequels. Some of the rehashing of the last movie is necessary to create a need for a second one, and it doesnt go so far as to disrupt future viewings of the original, but it's a little clumsily done. Also the…
As enjoyable and well done as a corporate biopic has been since Social Network and I do not invoke that film lightly.
