On this absolute night absolutely 52 years ago, three inmates able from Alcatraz, the maximum-security bastille set accurately dab in the average of the San Francisco Bay. Their bodies were never found, asleep or alive. That agency John Mason ability be the alone man accepted to accomplish it off the island auspiciously and survive.
Okay, okay. John Mason isn't a absolute dude. He is a badass, grey-haired federal captive played by Sean Connery in The Rock, that apish archetypal activity flick from 1996 that still holds up about two decades later.
This cine has a hell of a lot traveling for it: Ed Harris super-committing to his role as spurned brigadier accepted Frank Hummel, a absurd who takes over Alcatraz with gas-armed rockets aimed at the city; Nic Cage giving over-the-top, Honeymoon in Vegas-style everyman absoluteness as actinic weapons able Dr. Stanley Goodspeed, one of the alone men who can stop him; and, of course, Connery, who is chill-as-fuck as the guy who's brought out of ambuscade for the job and who knows The Rock from the basal up, accepting advised it for his long-ago ballsy getaway. Plus, a excess of cool quotables pepper the chat and San Francisco appearance noticeably as a backdrop. What's not to love?
For what it's worth, I accept that John Anglin, Clarence Anglin, and Frank Morris—the three absolute inmates who abolished in 1962—are blame aback on a bank with a brace piña coladas. Maybe they'll get a bang out of watching The Rock tonight as well. [Amazon]
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