Crazy Six: Action, Anarchy, and… Confusion?

So, I watched “Crazy Six” the other night. You know that Friday feeling when you’re looking for a cinematic rollercoaster? Well, *I’m not sure* I got on the right ride this time. Directed by the prolific Albert Pyun and starring Rob Lowe, Burt Reynolds, and Ice-T—quite the motley crew, right?—I expected a heady blend of action and intrigue. But let’s say… expectations and reality are sometimes miles apart.

Imagine this: it’s 1997, and the world is trying hard to be *edgy.* Grunge music and Nokia phones, the glory days. I remember wearing a checkered flannel shirt and listening to Ice-T’s “O.G. Original Gangster” while trying my hand at skateboarding—and mostly failing. That soundtrack was the real background, an electric hum of rebellion and attitude, much needed in this film.

The plot, however, felt like trying to assemble flatpack furniture without the instructions. The film is set in a dystopian Eastern Europe, with Lowe playing a junkie thief in over his head. A common theme, sure, but it lacked the *omph*… the grab-you-by-the-heart feel that suspense ought to have. Burt Reynolds, with his iconic mustache and whiskey-soaked voice, plays a washed-up cop. His presence is like a glass of glögg on a cold winter night—comforting yet slightly out of place amidst chaotic surroundings.

Now, the performances were a mixed bag. Lowe shifted between compelling and confused, while Ice-T was… well, Ice-T. He adds a rough edge, like putting some lingonberry jam on a meatball—works sometimes, but not every tastebuds’ delight.

Honestly, it’s a conundrum. Part crime thriller, part western, none entirely satisfying. If you’re into the ’90s aesthetic and some old-school gunfights, give it a go. Otherwise, drop by my place and let’s chat about better times while we brew a strong pot of kaffe. Sundays at Arlanda or an after-work in Gamla Stan could see better narratives than what Crazy Six spins.

Check the trailer below