I'll be brief with this one. Haywire, directed by Steven Soderbergh, is nothing more than an excuse to watch a woman beat the shit out of men bigger than her. To this end, the film succeeds. The fight scenes are stylish and exciting. The lead actress, Gina Carano, is not a waifish Hollywood starlet, but a real-life mixed martial arts champion. Therefore, it's easy to buy her in the role of Mallory Kane, a female black ops soldier who is betrayed by her superiors and must fight for her life multiple times.
It's fun to see Carano smash Channing Tatum's head against a bar stool in a diner and cut off Michael Fassbender's airflow with her thighs in a hotel room. There is so much (heterosexual, female-friendly) eye candy in this movie, it *almost* distracted me from the fact that the plot is practically non-existent. But as fun as the fight scenes and car chases are, Haywire is very, very thin and forgettable. It borders on pointless.
Haywire is the perfect movie to get on Netflix or at Red Box for an enjoyable evening of slick entertainment at home. It's as light and digestible as the popcorn you'll make in your own microwave. But please, don't spend over 10 dollars to see it at the theatre like I did. Let Mallory Kane kick the bad guys' asses, and not your wallet's ass.
3 out of 5 stars
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