The A-Team

The A-Team certainly explodes onto the big screen in a major way.

Joe Carnahan's movie is loud and vulgar and disorienting, but also an exhilarating kind of fun.

Fond memories of Saturday teatimes spent with Hannibal Smith and the rest of The A-Team? Prepare to have them squelched.

"Overkill is underrated," says team-leader Hannibal Smith (Liam Neeson), ominously, and the next two hours proceed to give overkill its due.

An energetic escape from Development Hell: suitably OTT, often fun and always loud.

The quick flash that is this movie’s brand of napalm-paced, gun-powdered spectacle, has one agreeing with Hannibal’s assessment that “Overkill is underrated.”

After casting did its job, the project seems to have been turned over to a classroom of fifth-grade boys—although I’d like to think the kids would do a better job of...trying to close up...plot holes....gaping enough to drive a flaming tank through.

Some good acting and wild action is overshadowed by pitiful editing, shoddy camera work, and a mediocre story.

The A-Team is a scattered montage in which the images barely pass ones eyelashes and make it to the retinas. [Full review in Spanish]