As comic book movies go, this is not the worst offering. The Punisher offers some decent action and some decent acting. Unfortunately, it is all pretty nonsensical to a fan of the Punisher from the comic books. This movie Punisher, although portrayed well enough by the actor Thomas Jane, relies on a voodoo shirt and runs around behind the scenes to convince his main nemesis that his wife is cheating on him with his best friend. And, yes, uses a popsicle to “torture” information out of a guy (it seemed like a clever scene to me, but it’s badly out of place in this movie. Or, at least, in what this movie should have been). This Punisher manages to get his entire family – second cousins thrice removed and all – killed off all at the same time, just by not really being responsible for the death of some “crime lord’s” son.
And something that I, personally, find unbearable is the way people die in this movie. Every head shot, killing explosion, and paper-cutter-blade-in-the-head is usually marked with an exclamation of pain or surprise from the villainous victim. Come on! Even C-3PO only said “Oh no! I’ve been shot!” after being reassembled. I am tired of seeing splattered brains on the wall and then hearing the dude splurt out a death cry that I would have to spell onomatopoetically.
John Travolta’s death wailing is especially silly, although that is a separate kind of annoyance.
And did I mention that this movie was based in Miami? That wasn’t a good idea for even the Miami Vice movie.
The Punisher is just not what I hoped for. The main character seems like the sort of guy who would give up that line of work as soon as he stops feeling emo and listening to depressing music (followed by “pump up” music).