Cinemania

Wow… thats some intense stuff Paul

Bombastic, ostentatious, derivative as hell… the perfect insomnia film. This movie has so many strikes against it: Paul Walker in a badass role (he’s actually not that bad, perhaps this would have been even better if he was), a dizzying clout of malnourished subplots. Tries to up the ante with increasing desparation, from b-grade Fincher camera tricks to the laughable stabs at Tarantonian pop culture references. Movies like this usually walk the fine line between camp and just plain awful; what places this in the former is its complete lack of self-seriousness, a filthy film so far removed from anything humane that you can only chuckle at the delirious smorasborg of past successes on display. Worth seeing if only as a good argument that American cinema is indeed in very poor health; aimed to a generation of bored, desensitized teenagers, Running Scared ultimately screams the question “where do we go from this?”