Honestly, I'm probably the least hardcore guy you've (n)ever met.
No tattoos, no piercings. No rad facial hair, or gnarly scarring of any of kind. I don't drink (never have), I don't do any drugs (and damn near refuse to take even over-the-counter stuff while I'm at it). Hell, I don't even gamble, outside of going to my awful job every day (I'm assuming this eventually be the death of me)..
Shit, and other than getting beat up my older brothers when I was kid, I haven't even been in a real fight. But the probably least hardcore thing about me?
I get motion sickness.
Very, very easily.
While watching someone else spin around in circles isn't nearly as fun, it would sadly have the same nauseating effect that seeing Hardcore Henry had on me. Equal parts insane action movie and ballsy experimental film, writer/director Ilya Naishuller's first feature length film is truly a punch to the stomach. And while someone certainly smacked my bitch up, I gotta say...it was one Hell of a ride.
Imagine the guy from Doom got his dick stuck in a Playstation 11 while watching Crank on the way home from a parkour expo, and you might have a sense of what it's like to experience something as f--ked up as Hardcore Henry. While there's an attempt at a story, and some sort of weird mythology, basically this film is a ninety-six minute ride from Action Movie Hell straight through to Video Game Heaven. The story is serviceable, sure, but mostly serves as an excuse for Henry to kick ass and blow shit up. Lots of ass, and lots of shit.
Apparently Henry is some sort of experiment gone wrong (or right, depending), and there's a group of Generic Euro-Trash trying to kill him. Sort of. Henry may have just been a guy once, but after a few upgrades to his abilities, uh...and a broken voice-function, he has essentially become an ass-kicking machine.
Literally.
No tattoos, no piercings. No rad facial hair, or gnarly scarring of any of kind. I don't drink (never have), I don't do any drugs (and damn near refuse to take even over-the-counter stuff while I'm at it). Hell, I don't even gamble, outside of going to my awful job every day (I'm assuming this eventually be the death of me)..
Shit, and other than getting beat up my older brothers when I was kid, I haven't even been in a real fight. But the probably least hardcore thing about me?
I get motion sickness.
Very, very easily.
Imagine the guy from Doom got his dick stuck in a Playstation 11 while watching Crank on the way home from a parkour expo, and you might have a sense of what it's like to experience something as f--ked up as Hardcore Henry. While there's an attempt at a story, and some sort of weird mythology, basically this film is a ninety-six minute ride from Action Movie Hell straight through to Video Game Heaven. The story is serviceable, sure, but mostly serves as an excuse for Henry to kick ass and blow shit up. Lots of ass, and lots of shit.
Apparently Henry is some sort of experiment gone wrong (or right, depending), and there's a group of Generic Euro-Trash trying to kill him. Sort of. Henry may have just been a guy once, but after a few upgrades to his abilities, uh...and a broken voice-function, he has essentially become an ass-kicking machine.
Literally.
