A former DEA agent moves his family to a quiet town, where he soon tangles with a local meth druglord.
Stay home.
Homefront isn’t any more sophisticated than your average Statham vehicle, but if you like your movies daftly quotable and preposterously exciting, then Stallone and director Gary Fleder (Kiss the Girls) deliver, until the seemingly slung-together final act.
Another shake-and-bake Stath special, boasting the requisite punchy-fighty action and some pleasing sleaziness from Franco and Bosworth, but it's ponderously handled by director Fleder.
Back on comfortable terrain after Hummingbird's ambitious misstep, the star has some nice, relaxed moments with onscreen daughter Izabela Vidovic, and gets to fulfil half his audience's fantasies in wiping the smirk from James Franco's face.
An unfathomably airless B-movie that betrays its USP by spreading the thrills too thinly. You can see why Stallone had second thoughts...
It's a pity to see a director of the ability of Fleder (Things to Do in Denver When You're Dead) directing such plodding genre fare.
Despite the potential for southern gothic weirdness (the scenery seems to be crying out for a little spice), Gary Fleder plays it safe and predictable, with a few crunchy fight sequences offering the only real tasty meat on the menu.
Jason Statham returns to throat-punching form with this gleefully retro, Louisiana-set action film.
General release. Check local listings for show times.