It looks like director Christian Duguay has never seen a lame action sequence he didn’t want to steal. There are plenty of repeats in here, including the parachute jump from the original and bad Mission: Impossible or the bullet traces you can see from The Matrix.
Maybe there is a lesson to learn from the eighties about greed, but not for me since I was too fucking busy getting my G.E.D. and learning about carburetors at technical school. I have no interest reliving, in detail, the lives of rich fucks from long ago.
Almost Famous is brilliant moviemaking for all the people in their forties who bitch about today’s music and still listen to their shitty Pink Floyd records. It’s great nostalgic cinema for a time when rock and roll was at is worst and its fans were at their most moronic.
