6 Underground is the type of movie created when a Redbull and an espresso shot have a baby and then it proceeds to drink 3 Four Lokos. Nothing in Michael Bay’s latest action pack romp makes too much sense, yet in the context of this film, it does. Between the blasts, the booms, and the squealing tires there’s artistry to this carnage. At times, 6 Underground is a symphony of destruction and Bay is its conductor. Who better?
There’s certainly a snarkiness to the film (which now seems to be a trademark of most Ryan Reynolds projects) which adds just enough levity to the storyline. Writers Rhett Reese and Paul Wernick inject joy amongst the flying tires and dismembered bodies to give this story some shape. What came to mind watching this film was this band of six (who are presumed dead) are a pseudo-A-Team Reynolds character being the Hannibal character. The premise is exactly what you think it is. Six individuals brought together to right the wrongs of the world by doing the dirty work that governments won’t do. In many ways, this is the type of film which reminded me of those big-budget summer blockbusters that we’d all crowd our local theaters to see growing up (except now we can watch in the comfort of our homes).
The sound and technical aspects of the film are simply marvelous. The camera work was the best I’ve seen from Bay in years (especially during the parkour sequences). What 6 Underground embodies is the very essence of why we started watching movies. Entertainment! It may not be pretty. It may not be very deep. But at the end of the day, if you are entertained then the movie certainly has merit. This is no different.