Big question: In the wake of "Eight Below," "Running Scared" marks the second Paul Walker vehicle in two weeks (here, he plays a mob flunky in deep doo-doo). What did we, the movie-going public, do to deserve this?
Skip it: Nobody runs; no one is scared; and none of the thugs in this senseless piece of junk is the slightest bit redeemable. With a herky-jerky visual style and a plot riddled with bullet holes, "Running Scared" is a brutal, misanthropic and downright nasty excuse for bang-bang entertainment.
Catch it if: You're not sure about the proper pronunciation of the f-word. Every f--kin' line is another f---kin' excuse for these f--kin' characters to proclaim that "This is f---kin' bulls&%t, you f--kin' motherf--ker!"
Bottom line: Run far, far, FAR away from this astonishingly foul action flick, seemingly brought to you by the letter F. "Running Scared" is juvenile, bloody and not recommended for viewers with opposable thumbs.
Bonus: Just imagine the call Walker received from his agent before signing on: "Paul, I've got just the part for you. It's nothing but yelling, swearing and shooting people. Oh yeah, there are strippers, too. Emotions range from mad to really mad. A Jersey accent? Sure, you can use one when you feel like it."
Written and directed by Wayne Kramer; photographed by James Whitaker; edited by Arthur Coburn; production designed by Toby Corbett; music by Mark Isham; produced by Michael Pierce, Brett Ratner and Sammy Lee. A New Line Cinema release; opens Friday. Running time: 1:59. MPAA rating: R (pervasive strong brutal violence and language, sexuality and drug content).
Joey Gazelle - Paul Walker
Oleg - Cameron Bright
Det. Rydell - Chazz Palminteri
Teresa - Vera Farmiga
Anzor - Karel Roden
Nicky - Alex NeubergerCopyright © 2015, Los Angeles Times