I watched Amped knowing beforehand that it would be a very low budget production. Wooden acting, out of sync audio, austere settings--you have to be ready to overlook all that going in. So what I hope for is to see something a little different, and to maybe explore some other places that more polished movies do usually go.
Amped was just a by the numbers thriller. It was entertaining because of how silly, implausible, and out of touch it all was. The story concerns the death of a lead singer of an all-female rock band. The other girls in the group may or may not have something to hide from the detective investigating. The dialog tries to create a witty banter between the characters, creating an almost flirtatious relationship between the detective and the bassist. He tracks down one of the band members that has gone into hiding and seems to be putting the pieces of the puzzle together. And then, all of the sudden, it is revealed that he, the detective investigating the singer's death, is the killer. There is nothing to suggest he might be anything other than what he seems, so the reveal is less of a twist and more of a glaring hole in the plot, totally unrelated to any of the exposition that came beforehand. What's even more amusing is the scene where one of the girls in the band seemingly puts it all together in her head and figures out the cop is dirty by having flashbacks of things he said that have NOTHING to do with anything.
This movie is silly enough to have been fun to watch, but it wasn't crazy enough that I would need to show it to my friends. Probably the only way I'll even remember having seen it is from this review.
Amped was just a by the numbers thriller. It was entertaining because of how silly, implausible, and out of touch it all was. The story concerns the death of a lead singer of an all-female rock band. The other girls in the group may or may not have something to hide from the detective investigating. The dialog tries to create a witty banter between the characters, creating an almost flirtatious relationship between the detective and the bassist. He tracks down one of the band members that has gone into hiding and seems to be putting the pieces of the puzzle together. And then, all of the sudden, it is revealed that he, the detective investigating the singer's death, is the killer. There is nothing to suggest he might be anything other than what he seems, so the reveal is less of a twist and more of a glaring hole in the plot, totally unrelated to any of the exposition that came beforehand. What's even more amusing is the scene where one of the girls in the band seemingly puts it all together in her head and figures out the cop is dirty by having flashbacks of things he said that have NOTHING to do with anything.
This movie is silly enough to have been fun to watch, but it wasn't crazy enough that I would need to show it to my friends. Probably the only way I'll even remember having seen it is from this review.