Bad B-Movies (there are many) are not intolerable, unlike failed A-pictures. B-Movies never sing the merits of their own wasted potential. They are saved by humility. A good, bad B-Movie flatters the viewer’s liberal conscience, allowing him to tally the exact number of sins he’s willing to forgive. A good, bad B-movie reaches the high double digits in this count and allows the counter (extremely hungover) to bask in his own decency.
Ahh… but now we’ve switched from math to history. Thursday evening. I need a good, bad B-Movie and a dill pickle; Netflix slips No Escape (1994) into my queue and says: take with water.
The credentials are evident: B-Star-All Star Cast (Ray Liotta, Lance Henrickson, Stuart Wilson, Ernie Hudson), B-Director (Martin Campbell, rock steady), three-out-of-five star rating. Under the title, Netflix whispers in Trebuchet font “This Movie Is: Exciting.”
It was not exciting for any of its 118 minutes, except in exactly the way I wanted it to be.
|The best shot in the film. It occurs during the opening credits.|