Bangkok Dangerous: Critic Reviews

[Cage takes] the big bucks to star in slovenly, inert pulp of the sort no actor of his magnitude should be stooping to.

Directed by the Pang brothers (Danny and Oxide), Bangkok Dangerous is a halfhearted remake of their 1999 picture of the same name.

There are some flashy sequences, which can't conceal the essential silliness and fatuity.

Bangkok Dangerous is bad without lifting a finger toward interesting.

[Bangkok Dangerous] adds to the sad realization that this once-vibrant and witty actor is completely controlled now by his inner teenager.

Hollywood and the television industry have long since sucked what they require from the tropes and rhythms of Asian films, and parts of Bangkok Dangerous, far from seeming unfamiliar or freshly stylized, offer nothing that you couldn't catch on CSI.

While the film includes several exciting, creatively shot action scenes, the drama is otherwise so shopworn that the violent climax is a relief.

Bankgok Ridiculous is more like it.

Heavy on the spice and cheap on the meat, Bangkok Dangerous adds plenty of Thai seasoning to the Hollywood lone-assassin recipe, but the result is only mildly pungent.

This is as stale as Tuesday's Phad Thai, from its exhausted mythos of the surgically efficient, omnipotent hit man to the training scenes in which Joe explains the trade to the new guy, to the inevitable betrayals of the third act.

Awatchable, but dull action flick with not enough body count to satisfy the average mixed martial arts fanboy.

This could have been good.

Despite a few sentimental flourishes, this programmer delivers for action fans.

There's a charming restaurant scene, some nifty hand-to-hand combat and the cast is great looking. But pretty much all the things that made the original so original are filtered out of this un-original.

This has the look of a cheap quickie foreign film, not unlike a Hong Kong action film.

Between all the dates and dinners, Bangkok almost ends up being as less thriller and more travelogue; by the hour mark, there are literally more gulps than gunshots.

A by-the-numbers retread that's ill-conceived as an action vehicle for Cage.

o Nicolas Cage na periferei tis ektos eleghoy sapoynoperikes toy moytes kai ti geloia malloyra toy, se ena pompodi poiitikistiko ahtarma, poy bromaei ap' opoy ki an ton piaseis

Tediously monotonous.

The burnt out assassin shtick is old and tired.

[Cage is] funless, scowly, grim, and steroidally impervious to the fleshy and salacious good cheer that surrounds him.

The film isn't overtly heavy-handed in its violence, but it doesn't provoke enough surprises to keep the mind from drifting -- a poison pill for an action film.