We’re living through an action movie renaissance.
I’m not talking about big, tentpole blockbuster films such as the Transformersfranchise. No, I’m talking about smaller, not-quite-independent action romps such as John Wick and American Ultra.
The blockbusters all have nonsensical plots that bloat close to three hours in length and drown audiences in computer generated effects. Transformers: Age of Extinction didn’t need to be two hours and 45 minutes long. No one wanted eight hours of The Hobbit.
But these other, smaller action films are leaner, meaner and better. They have straightforward stories — John Wick avenges his dog, Mike Howell ofAmerican Ultra doesn’t want to die — and run closer to 90 minutes. Hell, even the excellent Mad Max: Fury Road and Kingsman: The Secret Servicehemmed close to the two-hour mark.
American Ultra is another entry in what’s becoming a decade of excellent action in American film.
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