Y’know, I’m all about character and story and craftsmanship and art. I love for films to challenge me, to bring me into cultures I don’t understand and introduce me to people I don’t know. I like to think and I like to revel in beautiful cinematography and music. I also like to watch stuff blow up real good.
THE A-TEAM blows up lots of stuff real good. Not only that, it features Herc action. Hot Herc action. Lots and lots of hot Herc action. A C-130 Hercules takes out a squadron of F/A-18s. A Herc engages in a protracted air combat duel with a couple of fighter drones (oh yeah, and treats us to a full flare show, in the process). A Herc even brings the thunder with an airstrike that blows up stuff better than real good – it blows stuff up real real good. Hercs can do anything, and THE A-TEAM does everything with them. Awesome.
The hot Herc action is so awesome, in fact, that it overcomes the film’s disregard for the laws of physics, the basics of military life, and even the destructive potential of weapons like the rocket-propelled grenade. It overcomes the film’s quick-cut editing style, a style that often made me wonder who was doing what to whom and why. It even overcomes the fact that the members of the A-Team fascinate themselves more than they do us. You can get away with a lot when you pile on the Herc porn.
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