A few years back, in my review for 2 Guns, I wrote that Denzel makes two kinds of movies:
Denzel makes two kinds of movies: Movies where Denzel gets to be a bad ass, and movies with a message where Denzel gets to be a bad ass. He only makes the latter every once in a while these days to remind everyone that Denzel is still the best goddamn actor of his generation, so shut the fuck and leave him alone so he can make movies where he shoots people.
It’s been awhile since Denzel made one of those bad-ass with a message movies, because Denzel ain’t got nothing to prove anymore. But every once in a while, Denzel feels like a challenge. He feels like throwing down with an actual actor, instead of those lilly-ass A-list dudes he partners with to remind everyone how much better he is than those lily-ass A-list dudes. There’s only so many times that Denzel can flash that grin, hold that gun sideways, a blow a hole through their chest before Denzel says to himself, “Get out of my face, Marky Mark. Go sell some action figures, Pratt.”
In Fences, he’s finally found a formidable scene partner in Viola Davis, who patiently listens to Denzel abuse his son before going Denzel all over Denzel’s ass.
Pull out your wallets, folks. Kindly hand your money to your computer screens, because Denzel doesn’t want you throwing $10 bills a him. Act like you know, son.
Here’s the Fences trailer.
I need a cigarette.