Shane Black, abetted by journeyman director Renny Harlin, come together to turn in one of the more ridiculous action films I've ever seen — a madcap melding of violence, black comedy, espionage thrills, and Christmas cheer. Structurally clumsier than your average Shane Black script, and lacking a bit in the sharp sarcastic dialogue he's revered for, but more than makes up for it by doubling down on the sheer spectacle. You can't really go wrong with a film where Geena Davis triggers an explosion multiple floors below where a tied up Samuel L. Jackson resides, consequently sending him flying out a window and through a motel sign, eventually landing in the snowy field outside and, with only a second to regain composure, he then throws a knife at a guard's neck. The Long Kiss Goodnight coalesces in the largest fucking explosion I've ever seen in my crap life, and it just kept fucking going. It. Kept. Going.
Shane Black, abetted by journeyman director Renny Harlin, come together to turn in one of the more ridiculous action films I've ever seen — a madcap melding of violence, black comedy, espionage thrills, and Christmas cheer. Structurally clumsier than your average Shane Black script, and lacking a bit in the sharp sarcastic dialogue he's revered for, but more than makes up for it by doubling down on the sheer spectacle. You can't really go wrong with a film where Geena Davis triggers an explosion multiple floors below where a tied up Samuel L. Jackson resides, consequently sending him flying out a window and through a motel sign, eventually landing in the snowy field outside and, with only a second to regain composure, he then throws a knife at a guard's neck. The Long Kiss Goodnight coalesces in the largest fucking explosion I've ever seen in my crap life, and it just kept fucking going. It. Kept. Going.
