Showing posts with label Kate Beckinsale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kate Beckinsale. Show all posts

Saturday, August 11, 2012

REVIEW: Total Recall

Total Recall (2012): Dir. Len Wiseman. Written by: Kurt Wimmer and Mark Bomback. Screen story by: Ronald Shusett, Dan O'Bannon, Jon Povill and Kurt Wimmer. Based on the short story, "We Can Remember It for You Wholesale" by Philip K. Dick. Starring: Colin Farrell, Kate Beckinsale, Jessica Biel, Bryan Cranston, John Cho, Bokeem Woodbine and Bill Nighy. Rated PG-13 (Mostly bloodless action and exactly three breasts). Running time: 121 minutes.

1 ½ stars (out of four)

In the distant future, chemical warfare has left Earth uninhabitable in all but two regions: the United Federation of Britain and Australia (known now as the Colony). The UFB is your run-of-the-mill dystopia: a bustling high-tech metropolis plagued by overpopulation and the terrorist attacks of a rebel anarchist group. An ominous Chancellor named Cohaagen (Bryan Cranston) rules the nation, his giant face projected on TV screens throughout the city as he addresses his citizens.

Fear not, he says. To counter the increase in terrorist bombings he will increase the size of the synthetic police force – an army of sleek, faceless robots carrying automatic weapons. Something tells me the Chancellor doesn’t have the people’s best interests in mind when he announces this.

Meanwhile, the citizens of the Colony live in comparative squalor. The streets of its drab concrete cities are brightened only by neon signs (in a shrewdly prescient touch, Chinese letters always accompany English). The Colony always seems to be overcast and rainy too, a meteorological curiosity I might have liked explained.

It is here that Douglas Quaid (a sleepy Colin Farrell) calls home. He works at a factory in the UFB where he builds those synthetic police officers. He commutes there daily with his buddy (Bokeem Woodbine) via a fascinating innovation in transportation called The Fall. The Fall is a “gravity elevator,” a sort of train that zooms down into the ground, past the Earth’s core and back up to the surface on the opposite side of the globe. Halfway through the trip, gravity reverses and passengers momentarily float in their harnesses. (This comes in handy later during the film’s best action scene.)

In the future there is also Rekall, a company that offers customers the opportunity to plant fabricated memories inside their minds. The memory can be anything you like – a passionate affair, a luxurious vacation, a stint as an international spy – and Quaid thinks he might like to try the spy fantasy.

But before the Rekall attendant – a slick, white-haired and wonderfully goofy looking John Cho – can start the procedure, the cops bust in to arrest Quaid. What do they want with him? Is this all a Rekall memory? Or was his old life an illusion created by a past trip to Rekall?

Next thing Quaid knows, he is on the run from the law and has gotten two beautiful ladies caught up in his newly complicated life. There is Lori (Kate Beckinsale), Quaid’s wife of seven years who may be more than she initially seems, and Melina (Jessica Biel), a member of the rebellion who claims she already knows Quaid. To Melina, however, he is a man named Carl Hauser.

Most of this should be familiar to anyone who has seen the 1990 Total Recall starring Arnold Schwarzenegger (both this film and that one are based on the Philip K. Dick short story, “We Remember It for You Wholesale”). But it is not familiarity that sinks this movie. (In a year that saw successful revamps of 21 Jump Street and Spider-Man, why not this too?)

The premise is intriguing and the set design impressive but the script by Kurt Wimmer and Mark Bomback is awful. It rushes through the set-up and then wastes time in the middle. The dialogue is clunky and utilitarian; characters speak in exposition or they don’t speak at all. Total Recall begins as hard sci-fi but devolves into mindless action. It needs to choose; it can’t have it both ways. (On second thought, Christopher Nolan’s Inception did exactly that. Hm.)

The three leads – Mr. Farrell, Ms. Beckinsale and Ms. Biel – all have the dazed look of actors on a greenscreen. What a shame. Colin Farrell can be such an energetic and dynamic presence. Why, if you cast him in this movie, would you have him play such a muted and humorless character? Director Len Wiseman should have let him loose, popped a cigarette in his mouth and allowed him to speak in his foul-mouthed brogue. The movie would have come alive.

There is one actor who gets it right. Bryan Cranston, in a limited role, makes for a great antagonist. Late in the film he delivers a monologue explaining the whole knotty plot. I didn’t understand a word of what he was talking about but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. During that chase scene with the hover cars? I was checking my watch.

- Steve Avigliano, 8/11/12

Sunday, January 15, 2012

REVIEW: Contraband

Contraband (2012): Dir. Baltasar Kormákur. Written by: Aaron Guzikowski, based on the film Reykjavík-Rotterdam, written by Arnaldur Indriðason and Óskar Jónasson. Starring: Mark Wahlberg, Kate Beckinsale, Ben Foster, Giovanni Ribisi, Caleb Landry Jones and Diego Luna. Rated R (Gun violence and bad words). Running time: 110 minutes.

2 stars (out of four)

Marl Wahlberg has a mess to clean up. Back in the day he was an untouchable smuggler, hiding drugs, cars and more on freight ships and his reputation has earned him status as a legend among a younger generation of smugglers. This includes his brother-in-law, Andy (Caleb Landry Jones), who has just royally screwed up a job running cocaine for a guy named Tim Briggs (Giovanni Ribisi). When U.S. Customs board the ship, Andy is forced to dump the coke in the water. Briggs wants to be repaid for the lost goods so Andy turns to Mark Wahlberg who agrees the only solution is to run one last job and use the money from it to repay Briggs.

Needless to say, Mark Wahlberg’s wife (Kate Beckinsale) is not pleased with this plan. They have two young boys now and he runs a small, successful business selling and installing alarm systems. But Mark Wahlberg has to do what Mark Wahlberg has to do. So he and his old, smuggling buddy, Sebastian (Ben Foster), prepare for the job just like old times. They get on a freighter to Panama City where they’ll pick up a few million dollars worth of uncut counterfeit bills and bring the funny money back to the States.

Don’t worry, Mark Wahlberg tells his wife. Nothing will go wrong. But we know something will go wrong because we wouldn’t be watching the movie otherwise. As it turns out, a lot of stuff goes wrong and the last third of the movie becomes so convoluted that it’s hard to even figure out how this job was supposed to go right.

Director Baltasar Kormákur doesn’t do much to clear things up. Poor use of handheld cameras and muddled editing sometimes keep us from understanding exactly what is going on. There are too many subplots and ulterior motives, and Mr. Kormákur attempts to weave everything together into a frenetic climax but the result is mostly just confusing and we soon lose patience with the film.

Anyone seeing this movie is doing so for one reason: to watch Mark Wahlberg be a badass, something Contraband does not deliver nearly enough of. He does beat the living bejesus out of a handful of guys but a movie like this should be giving him every opportunity possible to pummel thugs and toss off one-liners. Instead, long passages of the film go by without any action.

During these scenes, Mark Wahlberg is like the eye of a storm; he is calm and levelheaded but you get the impression he could blow his cool at any moment. Few actors can get as much mileage out of not doing anything the way he does, but when the movie drags its heels, the minimalist approach is less effective and starts to look lazy. He has been much better before and here mostly relies on the tough guy persona he has developed in other movies.

The supporting cast is filled with talented characters actors who do their best to bring depth to otherwise forgettable roles. Giovanni Ribisi, boasting some truly bizarre facial hair and a hard to place accent, plays the crime boss Briggs way over the top, and J.K. Simmons shows up, huffing and puffing, as the ship’s captain. Diego Luna is also memorable as the paranoid cartel leader, Gonzalo, in a handful of scenes.

As the sole female representative in this macho bash, Kate Beckinsale has a thankless role; she is tossed around and beaten, occasionally getting a moment’s rest to clutch her children and look panic-stricken. She is an object used for the film’s convenience to motivate Mark Wahlberg to run faster and shout louder.

This is the sort of movie where nameless Spanish characters shout subtitled lines like, “Move! Move!” It is a routine cool guy action flick that tries to complicate things late in the game and only succeeds in muddying a simple formula. Contraband is based on a 2008 Icelandic film that starred Mr. Kormákur and maybe the many plot strands worked better in a European thriller. In an American action vehicle for Mark Wahlberg, they needlessly clutter the movie and distract from the main attraction.

- Steve Avigliano, 1/15/12