Crank is an adrenaline-soaked explosion of chaos, speed, and pure cinematic madness. From the first second, the film grabs you by the throat and refuses to let go, delivering a nonstop thrill ride through the streets of Los Angeles as one man races against the clock—and his own body.
Jason Statham stars as Chev Chelios, a hitman who wakes up to find he has been poisoned. The catch? The only way to stay alive is to keep his heart rate elevated. If he slows down, he dies. There is no time to think. No time to breathe. Just action. Pure, unfiltered, and brutal.
What follows is one of the most frantic films ever made. Chev sprints, drives, crashes, fights, and shocks his body into staying alive, all while tracking down the men who did this to him. It is violent, wild, and completely unhinged—in the best way possible. The camera never stays still. The edits come fast. The soundtrack punches like a heartbeat running out of control.
Crank is not interested in realism or restraint. It embraces absurdity and builds its own rules. Statham delivers a performance of pure physicality, moving like a man on fire, cracked open and desperate. His intensity is matched by the film’s style—grimy, neon lit, and pulsing with reckless energy.
This is not a film for the faint of heart. It is aggressive, unapologetic, and wildly entertaining. It takes the concept of a ticking clock and injects it straight into your veins.
Crank is a cinematic jolt. A high speed rampage through a city of betrayal, rage, and raw survival.
When the world slows down, Chev speeds up.
And if he stops—he dies.
