Typical shallow, incongruent nonsense that underlines just how bad movies are today compared to their pre-gen z counterparts. From the opening scene you're left rolling your eyes.

None of the actors seem like genuine tough guys. No deep voices, lived exteriors or masculinity. A lot of fresh faced, floppy haired ah schucks types chosen due to their tween appeal.

The world itself is totally contrived. Why is this bar so rough? Are the people in the town just mental? Because every two seconds this Burning Man festival of well-dressed Hollywood extras from a Benetton ad get rowdy for absolutely no reason.

In the original we saw a real Road House with actual truck drivers and southern boys getting drunk and nasty in a way that felt believable. And it's not the era.

One of the best parts of the original was watching Dalton use his smarts and skill to take out the trash, showing the other struggling staff how it's done. You saw them turn the place around. In this one that aspect is barely expressed.

There's also the now obligatory diversity and inclusion casting, gender swapping and affirmative action stuff we've come to just accept in Hollywood these days. When will Hollywood learn that we want believable characters without the agenda? No one cares what colour or genitals someone has. But please make characters grounded in reality. Actors should be chosen for their ability and well-suited vibe. The bar owner in this is just bad.

Then there's Conor. He does have a very believable aura about him. But that's jettisoned by some terrible direction and editing. His voice sounds odd and over-dubbed. And he hams it up big time. Some of the lines are very funny. But, there's something just so silly about him here. Is he a cartoon or a real bona fide terminator? Hard to know. Because this film's tone can shift quite readily.

Anyway. Watch it for a laugh. The original still holds up as an absolute gem. God I miss the old days.