Point Break is one of those movies that’s so fucking perfect, so sublime in its idiocy, so saturated with action cliches that it cannot be improved upon. It does not need a sequel. I certainly doesn’t need a Keanu-less, Swayze-less sequel.
Point Break is a “must stop what you are doing and watch when it comes on TNT or TBS or whatever” type of movie.
Do me a favor. Watch Point Break (sober) sometime. Just pay attention and count all the crazy inconsistencies, and plot holes and complete impossibilities in that movie. It boggles the mind. Then watch it again (this time probably not sober) and try NOT to have fun. I dare you.
The guy directing it was also the director for Speed (yay!), Twister (meh!) and Tomb Raider 2 (horf!).
Dear Hollywood Jeebus, please abort this movie fetus before it can shit its deadly venom on little orphan children (this is how it feeds). And please drown all men responsible for its conception in boiling vats of their own bile and testicle blood. Amen.