So where were the witches, somebody asked. Rhetorically, I presume.All in all, I'd say the Race makes good family viewing, a flick parents would bring their 2.5 children to. The RM12 price tag was exorbitant, for me at least. Yeah yeah, it overtook Watchmen as the number one box office flick of March, but it still is, essentially, a kiddie show. The Rock is the Rock, though it's quite apparent the movie tries to stay as far away as possible from Dwayne Johnson's wrestling persona. So no trademark raised eyebrow, no mention of the kitchen, and definitely no People's Elbow.
All things considered, one can't have too many issues with this Disney fare. It's clean, kid-oriented and funny in a cheesy way. Compared to The Game Plan, however, it comes up rather short. I'm not sure why; perhaps The Rock tried less to not be The Rock in the earlier movie. In the Race, the restrain appears noticeably contrived.
I reckon my main peeve isn't so much with the movie than some of the people watching the movie. I mean, for fuckssakes, there's a reason for the term 'showtime'; it means the show starts then. Having bloody morons waddling in ten minutes into the movie is oh-so blood boiling. More so when their seats are right in the middle of the row. And you know they're not late due to some urgent matters cause they'll be well supplied with popcorn, drinks and 'outside' food explicitly prohibited by the cinema management. And the temerity to look indignant when given the 'death stare' or told off politely. Such martyrs they become.
Inconsiderate idiots, and that's being restrained.
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