Directed by:
Doug LimanCinematography:
Henry BrahamComposer:
Christophe BeckCast:
Jake Gyllenhaal, Daniela Melchior, Conor McGregor, Billy Magnussen, Jessica Williams, Lukas Gage, Darren Barnet, Post Malone, JD Pardo, Dominique Columbus (more)VOD (2)
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In this adrenaline-fueled reimagining of the 80s cult classic, ex-UFC fighter Dalton (Jake Gyllenhaal) takes a job as a bouncer at a Florida Keys roadhouse, only to discover that this paradise is not all it seems. (Prime Video)
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Doug Liman off the chain. A decently executed summer testosterone romp that's funny and manages to mix humour, self-parody and action, with a backdrop of the sun-drenched Keys at its back. A worthy remake to the awful original, plus an ensemble cast that has resuscitated Jake Gyllenhaal's action career (all honours to his physical form), and discovered the acting, or rather comedic, potential of Conor McGregor. It's a shame about some of the appallingly handled digital shots and botched editing, but within the context of an action flush with no higher ambitions, relative satisfaction.
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Yes, I was expecting a classic '90s B-movie where I could turn off all brain activity. However, the film still disappointed me a bit. Jake Gyllenhaal put in a lot of effort, but he didn’t quite fit the lead role for me. I probably prefer seeing him in more nuanced films. The story is incredibly cliché, really lacking any surprises (the romantic subplot was pushed much more forcefully compared to the original). And yes, Conor McGregor is amusing when he first appears, but his theatricality and lack of acting talent become tiresome after a while. At least the final fight was satisfying and met the highest standards. The original version with Swayze was honestly a bit more entertaining for me. I give Doug Liman's version 5/10.
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I haven't seen the original film, so I'm not comparing, I'm purely evaluating, and I have to say that for how highly anticipated Road House was, it's very underwhelming. The story is more or less pretty straightforward, but that's fine with me, I like these simple movies with a charismatic main character, even more so if they add some violence, good craftsmanship and good action. But we don't get any of that here, so the overall result is just one big... er, disappointment? There are only two action sequences in all, and it's brutally obvious how computerized they are. If they've recruited Conor McGregor, you'd think he’d at least be allowed to give Jake Gyllenhaal a pretty hard and fair shake, but here the whole action is so horribly implausible that I can't believe it. Likewise, the whole bunch of bad guys come across as total losers, and when McGregor came on the scene I was grasping my head as to how he could so painfully and unnaturally overplay his role, because he may be a little red-headed leprechaun, but to forcefully push this behavior on his character like this is simply appalling. It's even worse that he bragged on social media that he was the highest-paid sports actor. Eh, what can I say? It’s not offensive or exciting, but I won't remember this movie in three days, which is actually a pretty bad result considering my initial expectations. A below average B-movie that even Gyllenhaal can't save.
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Eighties classics, Jake Gyllenhaal on top form a solid cast, Doug Liman behind the camera, and Prime Video as a streaming service that goes toe-to-toe with these guys... the result? Well, let's just say it fell short of expectations. The new Road House is a film whose makers seem to have misunderstood the magic of straight-up 80s action movies and trip over their own feet. Overlong, with a dysfunctional hero who smiles and looks like the nicest guy in Florida the whole time, at least, but we know the trauma is in there somewhere... it's just that since we know it, there's no need to wait a hundred minutes for it to be resolved. And in between, we spend time with boring side characters who are just as goofy as in the original, only here they're god knows why give more space to talk about their life's hurts. And there's a hell of a lot of music playing to go with it, and they're staring dreamily into the stupid. All that delays the fights – though maybe that's not such a big deal. Gyllenhaal's getting his kicks, Conor McGregor enjoys his madman, and the rest of the male cast is just there to get smacked around, and Daniela Melchior is there to give the bouncer a disingenuous bashing. That's okay. But the way Liman conceptualizes the action scenes, the bullshit he comes up with with the camera, and how vehemently he tries to be different and innovative, only to have it usually blow up in his face (it's really not very pretty to look at) is the final nail in the coffin of disappointment. The new Road House doesn't actually do downright well at practically anything. It does something average, something slightly above average, but most of the time it's just completely off. And boring at that.
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Drenched in Florida sunshine, Road House is highly entertaining, testosterone-fuelled bullshit with the surprisingly cast Jake Gyllenhaal turning in another fine performance. Doug Liman helps Joel Silver update his eighties classic by dressing it up in the dynamic attire of music videos with intense fight scenes, but always with the detached humour of undemanding home VOD entertainment. The new Road House contains one psychologically effective scene (the dialogue in the bar teasing the main character’s trauma) and is more like an energetic punk comedy than a drama. Its most comical character is Gyllenhaal’s main adversary, the ultimate fighting machine Conor McGregor, who embodies bombastic, brainless macho cocksureness with mindless fury. An invitation to join the Fast & Furious crew is a certainty after this bold big-screen debut.
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