I’ve always had a bit of a laugh at Mark Wahlberg (and Donnie too, for that matter). From his days in NKOTB to his little white rapper stint, he’s always been a kinda jokester to me.
The idea that Marky Mark of the Funky Bunch could become a serious Hollywood action star, with the clout to even produce a TV show based on his own experience (Entourage, you reprobate); far-fetched, you’d think.
But nope. He’s there, oh-look-at-me I’m-an-Irish-American-action-character check-out-my-scowl I’ll-shoot-you Mark Wahlberg, doing his thing. And I haven’t really been taking him seriously.
Until now. Minnie and I saw We Own The Night on the weekend, and it’s was a pretty good flick. Marky’s a cop (ya think?) with a junkie brother and police chief dad. I won’t lay it all out for ya but this flick is hard, ek se.
And the opening scene helped (Eva Mendes flashes a titty).