One sentence summary: I pity da foo’ who don’t watch this movie!
To me, films are like food. Some films are made to be savored–to study and scrutinize each bite. Others are there to be devoured, like a medium rare steak. Others are junk food, plain and simple. But you know what? No matter how many times nutritionists tell us to avoid junk food, we’re still going to raid the cookie jar now and then.
The A-Team is a cookie jar raid, plain and simple. Does it all make sense? Are Coco Puffs really part of a healthy breakfast? Does it matter? No! When adapting such a seminal work, the director needs to do one thing and one thing only: get it right. The A-Team (the TV show) was all about the team coming together, getting BA on a plane in some contrived manner, and then building stuff so they could blow other stuff up. The movie delivers on all of that–it gets the team together (twice!), gets BA on a plane in many different contrived manners, and then blows the tar out of just about anything that could be blown up.
And it even managed to make a tank fly.
Will I rewatch fifty times, trying to decipher the various shades of meaning? No. Did I thoroughly enjoy myself? Yes. I’m at a point these days where I won’t go to the theater for just any old flick. I can get a better experience with most movies by watching them in Blu-ray on my home system. But there are some movies that are meant to be seen big. To be seen with a big audience. The A-Team is one of those–it’s made better by making it a shared experience.
So if you’re a guy, then call up your guy friends, start blasting some 80s metal music on your car stereo, and head on over to the theater. If you’re a girl, then frankly I’m impressed that you made it this far into the review. Kudos to you!
Three stars from me. What say you?