Then there’s also the Joe Carnahan responsible for the deliriously gonzo "Smokin’ Aces" and similarly unhinged "The A-Team" (another would-be franchise starter that ultimately went nowhere).
Coming from the man who gave us “Smokin’ Aces” that says plenty.
Didn’t you get tired from over-exerting yourself with Smokin’ Aces, The A-Team, and Blood, Guts, Bullets, and Octane?
Though it finds him working on a much smaller budget than on his previous big-screen ventures (not a bad thing, given how visually grounded this flick feels as compared to the more fantastical A-Team), Stretch also completes Carnahan’s informal trilogy of adrenaline-rush thrillers, following Blood, Guts, Bullets and Octane and Smokin’ Aces.
Will Carnahan use genre to wax (relatively) philosophical, as he did with Narc and The Grey, or will he indulge in the glib, fast-paced, alpha-dog douchebaggery of Smokin’ Aces and The A-Team? Carnahan’s coke-fueled action-comedy Stretch falls decisively in the latter category, which is unfortunately the one where the director confuses confidence and bravado for wit and fun.