Twisted Metal is Getting the Silver Screen Treatment Half of the...

Twisted Metal is Getting the Silver Screen Treatment

Half of the creative wildstorm behind Class-A cinema benchmarks Crank and Crank: High Voltage, and also the recent Nicholas Cage love frenzy Ghost Rider: The Spirit of Vengeance, is handling double-duty by writing and directing a Twisted Metal flick for Sony Pictures.

Mr. Brian Taylor (having been surgically separated from fellow filmmaker in crime and collaborator Mark Neveldine) is following the basic lore laid down by the games; there will be a tournament that pits munition-firing cars against each other, a central figure by the name of Calypso runs the show (taking special interest in pushing people’s limits), and contestants are fighting to the death to be granted any wish their twisted hearts desire.

Brian Taylor – especially when paired with his partner – has a tendency to not only go over-the-top but to go over the goddamn stratosphere.  Every effort from the filmmaker to date relishes in untamed, undiluted action which is fine, hell, perfect for Twisted Metal.  But Taylor and co. always seem to steamroll past a threshold of tastelessness that can’t even be mistaken for clever.  I’m all for a Twisted Metal movie being dumb fun, but what’s the point if it’s just dumb? 

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