Showing posts with label Famke Janssen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Famke Janssen. Show all posts

Saturday, 15 April 2023

Movie Review: Don't Say A Word (2001)


Genre: Psychological Thriller
Director: Gary Fleder
Starring: Michael Douglas, Brittany Murphy, Sean Bean, Famke Janssen, Oliver Platt
Running Time: 113 minutes

Synopsis: In New York City, psychiatrist Nathan Conrad (Michael Douglas) is introduced to the case of 18-year-old Elisabeth (Brittany Murphy), a troubled, incommunicative, and violent youth. Nathan and his wife Aggie (Famke Janssen) are then shocked by the kidnapping of their eight year old daughter Jessie by gang leader Patrick (Sean Bean), who wants Nathan to extract from Elisabeth a secret she is hiding about the location of a precious gem. Nathan has limited time to gain Elizabeth's trust and save his daughter.

What Works Well: Slick production quality complements Gary Fleder's assured directing, and the action scenes are expertly staged for maximum excitement. Cross-cutting editing enhances the tense moments. Michael Douglas is reliably sturdy, Famke Janssen contributes beyond the traditional spouse role, and Sean Bean makes for an effective villain.

What Does Not Work As Well: The unnecessarily complicated plot is riddled with logic holes and loose threads, limiting enjoyment to a just-go-with-it exercise. The characters are disappointingly flat, the psychiatry sessions never progress beyond the superficial, and Jennifer Esposito struggles to convince as the detective who gets involved in the case. 

Conclusion: The mix of therapy and thrills rarely excels but does provide passable entertainment.



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Friday, 12 March 2021

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Wednesday, 25 November 2020

Movie Review: The Postcard Killings (2020)

A gory serial killer crime drama, The Postcard Killings offers a tantalizing mystery mixing agenda-driven psychopathy with art, but the auspicious concept is compromised by wayward execution.

New York City police detective Jacob Kanon (Jeffrey Dean Morgan) is emotionally crushed when his newlywed daughter is murdered in London along with her husband. Their bodies are drained of blood and grotesquely posed. The police are stumped and have no suspects. After a period of mourning with sustained help from the bottle, Jacob visits the scene of the crime and learns the killer sent a cryptic postcard to a local reporter before committing the murders.

Jacob reconnects with his ex-wife Valerie (Famke Janssen), then sets out to identify the perpetrator by privately investigating similar murders of couples occurring throughout Europe, including in Spain, Germany and Sweden, each preceded by a postcard sent to a journalist. Jacob initially receives limited help from local investigators, but eventually teams up with Stockholm-based culture reporter Dessie Lombard (Cush Jumbo) and they track down mysterious American couple Mac and Sylvia as potential persons of interest.

An independent production adapting the novel by Liza Marklund and James Patterson, The Postcard Killings jumps around grey European locations while wallowing in the grief of detective Kanon. The macabre overlap between murder and message art is familiar from Seven and Anamorph, but here director Danis Tanović grapples with an unwieldy script (five writers are co-credited, including Marklund), and can never quite find the right balance between a father's anguish, a horrific crime spree, frustrated investigators, and a complex backstory fuelling the imaginative slaughter.

The motive for the murders emerges as the most compelling angle to pursue, but here the exposition is hard boiled and unconvincing. The flashbacks attempting to create a causal background are confined to minimalistic treatments inspired by the dustier books on the pop psychology shelf. The narrative invests in references to artistic masterworks and cryptic postcard messages, but abandons the effort required to achieve a payoff. And what was an urban-based mystery takes an incongruous turn towards a rushed conclusion in snow-covered rural terrain.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan harbours a single mood for the duration of his quest for answers, occasionally pausing to grieve while the body count mounts. The rest of the cast members are provided with few opportunities to contribute and generally sleepwalk through their monotonal roles.

Initially enticing but ultimately disappointing, The Postcard Killings promises a trip but delivers just a scribbled note.


 


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Saturday, 30 November 2019

Movie Review: Taken (2008)


An action thriller, Taken is a slick pursuit film enhanced by an unrelenting pace, polished execution and Liam Neeson in a career re-defining performance.

In California, Bryan Mills (Neeson) has retired from a career as a CIA undercover operative to settle near his seventeen year old daughter Kim (Maggie Grace), an aspiring singer. Bryan's constant absence from home caused the breakup of his marriage to Lenore (Famke Janssen), and he is now hoping to make up for lost time by being part of his daughter's life.

Bryan reluctantly agrees to allow Kim to travel to Paris for a sightseeing adventure with her friend Amanda (Katie Cassidy), and his worst fears come true when they are both abducted by a brutal gang of Albanian human traffickers. Learning Kim will be sold into sex slavery within hours, Bryan swings into action and travels to Paris to pursue the kidnappers in an attempt to locate and free his daughter.

Produced and co-written by Luc Besson, Taken recasts Liam Neeson as an unlikely action hero, here as a man with "a very particular set of skills" and more than willing to use them as necessary. The film is often exhilarating, combining Parisian settings with a bull-in-a-china-shop mentality as Mills does a good impression of a bowling ball knocking down all the pins in the path of finding his daughter.

In addition to Besson's touch and Pierre Morel's controlled direction, Taken rises above typical action fare thanks to a concerted effort in the first third to colour in the pertinent details of Bryan Mills' life. He has retired early to try and reconnect with his daughter and make amends for all the times he was never present, and Kim is now the reluctant centre of his universe. He maintains a strained but functional relationship with his remarried ex-wife, and Neeson is convincing as a good guy willing to fully dedicate himself to domesticity, owning his past and accepting his failings.

The asymmetrical father-daughter bond sits at the heart of the film, and makes his quest all the more intense. The abduction scene with Mills on the other end of Kim's phone as she tries to hide from her assailants is an excellent foundation for the manic action to come, and once Mills packs his bags and heads to Paris, the French capital will never be quite the same again.

His ability to emerge victorious in numerous encounters with countless foes is of course ridiculous, but also ridiculously fun. Mills quickly latches onto the outer edges of the Albanian gang and works his way towards the centre in a wondrous series of set-piece featuring car chases (with a yacht thrown in for good measure), infiltrations, impersonations, explosions, torture, close quarters combat and no shortage of rapid fire killings.

Along the way he also exposes look-the-other-way French police corruption, and Taken shines a much needed light on the horrific human trafficking industry, modern-day for-profit slavery exploited by organized crime. Bryan Mills sets out to rescue his daughter with steely determination, but tragically innumerable current and future real Kims also need urgent help.






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Saturday, 4 April 2015

Movie Review: I Spy (2002)


A real stinker of a buddy cop comedy, I Spy is about 20 years behind the times in both premise and execution.

US national security secret agent Alex Scott (Owen Wilson) is meek and hesitant, and resents the superstar status of his colleague Carlos (Gary Cole), who always seems to get the latest and best spy gizmos to play with. Alex's next mission is in Budapest, where he is to connect with beautiful Agent Rachel Wright (Famke Janssen) and recover a missing state of the art "switchblade" stealth military jet. International arms dealer Arnold Gundars (Malcolm McDowell) has stolen the jet and is about to auction it off to the highest bidder.

Meanwhile arrogant world boxing champion Kelly Robinson (Eddie Murphy) easily improves his record to 57-0 and sets up his next title defense in Budapest. Alex's plan is to infiltrate Arnold's swish party by pretending to be part of Kelly's glamourous entourage. The secret agent and the boxer immediately clash and have difficulty working together, but once in Budapest they are forced to cooperate to escape from a continuous stream of trouble.

Directed by Betty Thomas and with up to six different writers having a hand in cobbling together an atrocious script, it is difficult to believe just how lame I Spy is. This is the sort of film that went out of style in the mid-1980s, around the time of efforts such as Spies Like Us (1985). Somehow, the I Spy producers (including 1980s stalwarts Mario Kassar and Hungary's Andrew G. Vajna) believed that warming over stale elements from a bygone era when Murphy was at his prime would pass for entertainment. It does not.

The jokes are not funny, the characters are bland, and the premise is tired. The action scenes are nothing short of excruciating and primarily wallow in the muck of derivation. The relationship between the two men is an awful rehash of countless previous teamings between cop and civilian. The character of Alex Scott is a mix of juvenile and imbecilic, and his childish lusting after Rachel Wright is simply embarrassing. Murphy's motor mouth offers the few moments of relief, but the days when his fresh edge could save a movie are long gone. McDowell and Janssen mail in their performances with insufficient postage to arrive in Budapest.

I Spy with my little eye a pathetic turkey.






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