Sunday, April 22, 2018

BAD ASSES ON THE BAYOU (2015) ***


Everyone’s favorite geriatric Bad Asses, Danny Trejo and Danny Glover get an all-expenses paid vacation to Baton Rouge to see their friend Loni Love get married.  She gets kidnapped on the eve of her wedding and the police do a piss-poor job of finding her.  It’s then up to the two Bad Asses to go into action to bring her back.

The change of scenery is a nice touch.  Really, we don’t need an excuse to get Trejo and Glover back together again, but it works just as well as any.  Their chemistry is as effortless as ever and the duo get plenty of laughs while foiling bank robberies, busting up a titty bar, and beating the snot out of the bad guys.  

Like the previous entries in the Bad Ass saga, Bad Asses on the Bayou has a nice blend of humor and genuine emotion.  Trejo is equally effective sticking a redneck’s head into a deep fryer as he is imparting wisdom to Love’s bullied brother.  Glover once again steals many scenes out from under Trejo.  He’s almost as good with Trejo as he was with Mel Gibson in the Lethal Weapon movies, which is about as big of a compliment as I can give.

John Amos was an inspired addition to the team.  He plays Love’s father who joins the Bad Asses in the final act to get his daughter back from the kidnappers.  The promise of another sequel featuring the trio is teased at the end and I earnestly hope it comes sooner rather than later.

What’s amazing about this series is its consistency.  I can’t call Bad Asses on the Bayou a classic or anything, but it’s just as good as the first two.  If writer/director Craig Moss can keep cranking them out, I’ll gladly keep watching them.

Trejo gets the best line of the movie when he narrowly lands an airplane and says, “Thank you for flying Mexican Airlines!”

AKA:  Bad Ass 3:  Bad Asses on the Bayou.

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