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Crank: High Voltage

16 Apr 2009 / Released: 17 Apr 2009

Words by Matt Bochenski

Directed by Brian Taylor and Mark Neveldine

Starring Jason Statham

Angry bald man gesticulating with clenched fists in front of cargo containers.
Angry bald man gesticulating with clenched fists in front of cargo containers.
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Anticipation.

Crank was absolutely mental. We’ll have more of the same please.

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Enjoyment.

Go with your mates to a Friday night late show and you’ll all have a blast.

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In Retrospect.

It’s bullshit, but it knows it is…

This is what hap­pens when log­ic and taste get hurled head-first out of a 10-storey window.

This is what hap­pens when there are no rules. It’s what hap­pens when things like log­ic and taste get hurled head-first out of a 10-storey win­dow. It’s what hap­pens when every­body says yes’. How about we have Jason Statham thrown out of a car wind­screen but he doesn’t get a scratch? Yes!

How about we have him fuck Amy Smart at a race­track but we pixel­late his balls? Yes! How about we have an ani­mat­ed sequence where we see how many fonts we can use to say Fuck you Che­lios’? Yes! How about we have a liv­ing head in a jar like they do in Futu­ra­ma? Yes! How about we have a fight in the style of, um, I dun­no… Godzil­la? Yes! Yes! Yes!

Crank: High Volt­age is beyond crit­i­cism. You can’t call bull­shit on a film that glo­ries in its own absur­di­ty. This sequel, set three months after Chev Che­lios (Statham) fell sev­er­al-thou­sand-feet from a heli­copter, sees him wake up (natch) in an ersatz hos­pi­tal hav­ing had his heart nicked by a Tri­ad gangster.

Chev ain’t lov­ing this, espe­cial­ly as the arti­fi­cial heart that the goons leave him with is only good for a few hours unless he keeps it juiced by plug­ging him­self into var­i­ous bits of elec­tri­cal equip­ment. Like a human plug, Che­lios is forced to track down a series of unlike­ly sock­ets includ­ing police Tasers, live-wire lec­cy cables and sundry oth­er very, very dead­ly forms of self-rejuvenation.

Any­way, that isn’t the point. The point is, Chev has to leg it around LA kick­ing the liv­ing shit out of every­body until, after 90-odd min­utes, he and we are left pant­i­ng in a pud­dle of our own blood/​sweat/​tears (delete as appropriate).

There’s some­thing per­verse­ly tri­umphant not just about the Crank series – as unlike­ly a fran­chise as it’s pos­si­ble to imag­i­na­tion – but about Statham him­self. He’s qui­et­ly – okay, loud­ly – carved a niche for him­self as Hollywood’s go-to action guy. Why? Because he’s very good at what he does. The proof of that is stamped all over Crank: High Volt­age which, every time Statham is off screen, slows to a crawl.

Direc­tors Mark Nevel­dine and Bri­an Tay­lor make a few too many detours with­out him (albeit in the admirable cause of giv­ing the love­ly Amy Smart more screen time), but have the good sense the rest of the time to keep their cam­era focussed firm­ly on Statham’s gran­ite-hewn chops. But it’s not just his looks, Statham is an under­rat­ed com­ic actor, with great phys­i­cal tim­ing and a fine­ly tuned sense of his own ridiculousness.

And it is ridicu­lous. That can’t be repeat­ed enough. But maybe, just maybe, it’s some­thing else too. On the one hand, High Volt­age is the kind of film that makes McG seem like an under­stat­ed auteur. But then again, the likes of McG, Bay, Ander­son (PW, not PT) and Rob Cohen wouldn’t dare make a film like this.

Fixed on the 15-year-olds, they haven’t got the balls to take it this far. Nevel­dine and Tay­lor have made what the Amer­i­cans like to call a Hard R’, but more than that, High Volt­age is a kind of anthem to the quick-cut – the apogee of ADHD film­mak­ing; the final fron­tier of the post-music video era. In that sense, it is absolute­ly of its time. More than that, it feels like an end game, a last act, an aes­thet­ic requiem.

That said, if you can res­ur­rect a man who’s fall­en out of a heli­copter, when it comes to what’s pos­si­ble in the future, all bets are off.

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