Even at $26 million
and without a trucker robot or asteroid in sight, movie wrecker Michael Bay can
take what ought to be a simple crime tale
and turns into an ordeal that is so painfully loud and soaked in obnoxious nihilistic
testosterone that no sign of life or wit remains by the time the credits
finally (finally!) roll. That’s “Pain & Gain.” A character has his skull crushed
by a 50-pound weight, I thought, “Lucky bastard.” Mark Wahlberg, Duane Johnson,
and Anthony Mackie play three lug head Miami gym freaks who crack a plot to
kidnap a local millionaire (Tony Shalhoub) to rob him of fortune, home, cars,
and boat. The crime goes sickeningly wrong, and the trio cannot even properly
kill the man. Bay is pretending to make a film that satirizes the sick lust of the
teen boy American Dream: Hot strippers, constant sex, fast cars, big homes,
drugs, and guns, and forgiveness for all, because, hey this is America. But the
sick prank: Bay believes this shit is
the American Dream, and the right of every red-blooded, gay-bashing man. Even
worse, he makes the victims more worthy of death than the criminals. Cinematic
diarrhea. F
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More like "lots of pain with no gain." Worst film I've watched in years.
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