Because we walked out of this and they gave us free passes.

We were busy.

We had people to see.

Things to do.

The sun was shining.

And by the time Jason Statham’s character had

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inserted a hot-tar cover shotgun into the backside of a large man, we knew we’d rather be elsewhere.  Jett loved ‘Crank’; I could see what he meant – it was sassy, over the top, ridiculous computer-inspired fun.  I couldn’t stand it; but, Dear Listener, you know me and violence for entertainment.  (Not that my genial co-host is insensitive to these questions – we’re just different.  That’s all.)

So we walked out and spent a leisurely afternoon drinking coffee and talking like human beings.

Alexander Larman in ‘The Guardian’ today is inviting us to consider the question:

‘Is Crank: High Voltage the most offensive film ever made?’

It’s a worthy question; and it brings another to mind: wouldn’t it be more risky to make a film in which no one gets killed, no one has a crisis, no one falls in love, and, oh I dunno, let’s just put this one out here, the makers decide to offend the military-industrialist-entertainment complex by suggesting that there might be richer things to do with our lives than shoot, screw, and blow things up?

Thank you.  I feel better now.