You know, I don’t really mind Crank. Why? Because it knows exactly what it is, and isn’t trying to be anything else. And it’s about a guy, who does crazy sh*t nonstop. Sure you probably can’t fall out of a plane and not die. Sure you probably can’t have sex on the sidewalk and have people cheer you on. And sure you probably can’t attach jumper cables to your tongue and not cook yourself alive. But it’s Crank. So it’s fine.

He was dead. But he got better. That about sums it up.