Alright, I'm gonna' tell you a story. A man's family is murdered in a park. The man is an ex-cop/soldier/FBI Agent/everything shy of a ninja, so he decides he's going to kill everybody with a mob-affiliated accent. He loads up on ammo and opens up with the mayhem.
Now imagine how this would translate to a movie trailer. Now imagine how said trailer would translate to a full-length motion picture. Take a moment and try to guess how it's all going to turn out. If you said "Oscar", please remove yourself from the gene pool.
What the fuck were you expecting, people? Walking out of the theater with your panties in a knot because The Punisher: War Zone wasn't some epic cinematic masterpiece is like getting pissed off because the lesbian porn flick you rented last weekend didn't have enough backstory. Honestly, if I read one more review that criticizes that one of the single most overplayed cliches, a man fighting crime because his family was killed, didn't translate to celluloid gold, I'm going to put on a flak jacket and start killing people! Look, this is The Punisher we're talking about. There are no moral quandaries, no lesson to be taken from the story, no fuzzy feelings to be had after all is said and done. He's an anti-hero. He does things that heroes don't do. He blows peoples' brains out of the back of their heads (gloriously, I might add), and then goes home to sleep so he can do it again the next night.
This ain't Schindler's List material, folks. Leave Lexi Alexander alone if you're not going to give her credit for making a fun, if completely illogical and over-the-top, film.
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