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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