Showing posts with label Jamie Foxx. Show all posts
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Saturday, 31 January 2026

Movie Review: God Is A Bullet (2023)


Genre: Action Thriller Drama  
Director: Nick Cassavetes  
Starring: Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, Maika Monroe, Jamie Foxx  
Running Time (as reviewed): 120 minutes. The original "Director's Cut" is 156 minutes  

Synopsis: Devil-worshipping thugs led by Cyrus (Karl Glusman) murder the wife of detective Bob Hightower (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau) and kidnap his young daughter Gabi into their cult. Bob teams up with Case (Maika Monroe), an escapee from the cult, to track down Cyrus and attempt to rescue Gabi. They receive help from the mysterious "Ferryman" (Jamie Foxx), who has precognitive and healing powers.

What Works Well: This is a dark, moody, and exceptionally gory dramatic thriller. An adaptation of a Boston Teran book and supposedly based on actual events, the drama wades into a human sewer where soulless depravity thrives in the absence of light. Director Nick Cassavetes embraces a pessimistic milieu and allows Case's earned cynicism to grind away at Bob's religious beliefs. Bursts of bloody action mingle with uncompromising character interactions, both the violence and the dialogue descending into depths of despair.

What Does Not Work As Well: The drama lacks a sense of place, and the absence of pursuit logic and logistics is disorienting. Cyrus and his gang of goons are confined to tattoo-dominated cartoonish representations, and their exhibitions of evil are eventually exhausting. Both Bob (introduced as a desk detective) and Case (a badly damaged victim of abuse) evolve into remarkably capable action heroes.

Key Quote:
Case: The Devil's only an idea, Bob, an excuse for evil, just as your God is an excuse for good. They're concepts.



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Saturday, 24 February 2024

Movie Review: The Burial (2023)


Genre: Courtroom Drama  
Director: Maggie Betts  
Starring: Jamie Foxx, Tommy Lee Jones, Jurnee Smollett, Bill Camp, Alan Ruck, Pamela Reed  
Running Time: 126 minutes  

Synopsis: In Mississippi, Jeremiah "Jerry" O'Keefe (Tommy Lee Jones) runs a family-owned funeral home business, while in Florida, Willie E. Gray (Jamie Foxx) is a celebrated personal injury lawyer. To raise much needed cash, Jerry offers to sell part of his business to Vancouver-based Raymond Loewen (Bill Camp), who owns an expanding funeral home empire. The contract takes too long to close, and Jerry sues Loewen for reneging on the deal. He hires Willie to lead the case, while Loewen turns to Mame Downes (Jurnee Smollett) to mount a defence.

What Works Well: The story of a decent family man taking on a greedy corporate behemoth carries all the attributes of typical feel-good underdog dramas. Through scenes with family members and discussions of personal histories, director Maggie Betts invests the time to round Jerry and Willie into worthwhile characters. Stars Jamie Foxx and Tommy Lee Jones have equal opportunities to shine, and bring the necessary depth to their roles as well as credibility to the unlikely friendship that evolves between the two men. 

What Does Not Work As Well: Once Willie accepts the case and aims for big money, it's never quite clear why or how a simple contract dispute was ever allowed to spiral into a gong show. The courtroom scenes suffer as a result, defaulting to simplistic and one-sided good-versus-evil representations. The unwieldy commentary about racism and slavery hits a sudden wall with the truncation of closing arguments, leaving the lingering echo of a rush to cheerleading at the expense of thoughtfulness.

Conclusion: Celebrates an uphill battle by the little guy, but not deft enough to avoid dubious intentions.






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Saturday, 29 April 2023

Movie Review: The Truth About Cats And Dogs (1996)


Genre: Romantic Comedy
Director: Michael Lehmann
Starring: Janeane Garofalo, Uma Thurman, Ben Chaplin, Jamie Foxx
Running Time: 97 minutes

Synopsis: Los Angeles veterinarian and radio show host Abby Barnes (Janeane Garofalo) is a short brunette and perceives herself as unattractive. She senses a connection with caller Brian (Ben Chaplin), but a misunderstanding results in Abby's tall blonde neighbour Noelle (Uma Thurman) representing herself as Abby. Brian starts seeing both Noelle (believing her to be Abby) and Abby (pretending to be Noelle's friend Donna), and the resultant complicated romantic triangle will be tough to untangle.

What Works Well: With director Michael Lehmann maintaining brisk pacing and wrapping up in under 100 minutes, this variation on Cyrano de Bergerac benefits from two appealing lead performances. Janeane Garofalo convinces as a competent woman trapped in a societally-induced negative self image trap, while Uma Thurman finds funny notes as the goofy model who never has to worry about attracting men. An intimate all-night phone date between Brian and the real Abby achieves a romantic highlight, while the pets add a lovable factor. 

What Does Not Work As Well: Sustaining an entire romantic comedy on a single case of muddled identity requires plenty of cinematically dim, far-fetched, and quite laborious behaviour by otherwise smart people. Within the sparse two-legged supporting cast, Jamie Foxx is wasted.

Conclusion: The cats and dogs are willing, but get limited toys to play with.



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Thursday, 6 October 2022

Movie Review: Dreamgirls (2006)

A musical drama, Dreamgirls is a glitzy rags to riches story infused with powerful singing and overheated passions.

In Detroit of the 1960s, car dealer and part-time music promoter Curtis Taylor (Jamie Foxx) spots energetic amateur trio The Dreamettes, consisting of temperamental lead singer Effie (Jennifer Hudson), patient Deena (Beyoncé Knowles), and good-natured Lorrell (Anika Noni Rose). They perform music written by Effie's talented brother C.C. (Keith Robinson). Curtis signs the trio as background vocalists for soul star and rampant womanizer Jimmy "Thunder" Early (Eddie Murphy).

Curtis is eager to develop new sounds and grow the group's appeal with white audiences. He changes their name to the Dreams and turns them into headliners. He also designates Deena as the lead, much to Effie's disappointment. The group achieves huge success into the 1970s, with Deena and Curtis becoming a power couple and Lorrell maintaining a long-term relationship with Early. But Effie cannot accept her back-up role, and internal divisions threaten to tear the group apart.

An adaptation of the hit Broadway musical by Henry Krieger (music) and Tom Eyen (lyrics), Dreamgirls is unofficially but obviously based on the story of The Supremes, Diana Ross, and Motown Records. Written and directed by Bill Condon, the movie struts with confidence stemming from the close-to-real-life grand drama, and sparkles with colour, costumes, hairdos, and stage lights for a mostly exhilarating 130 minutes.

Tracing the formation and breakthrough of The Dreams up to Effie's departure, the first half is by far the stronger part of the film. The drive to success carries the scrappy but unified energy of underdogs taking on the music world, powered by the group's innocent nothing-to-lose ambition and Curtis' more machiavellian vision.

In contrast, the second half fragments into separate and less compelling narratives, the major characters navigating different trajectories. Effie struggles to rediscover herself; Jimmy Early spirals towards the industry's scrapheap, his love life competing with his career for wreckage awards; Curtis and Deena are wealthy beyond their dreams but also increasingly miserable, his attempts to turn her into a movie star a stuck-in-place sideshow. Happily, most of the threads are gathered up in time for the rousing final show. 

The cast finds a pleasing balance between acting and singing talent, with Eddie Murphy a standout presence. Jennifer Hudson's committed singing sometimes crosses over into barely controlled shouting, but overall the performance numbers, while numerous, are kept reasonably short. Jamie Foxx provides a business-focused anchor, and the cast also includes Danny Glover as Early's old-fashioned first manager. 

Dreamgirls is a dream-big-but-beware-the-pitfalls story, familiar for sure but attractively mounted with an abundance of glamour and glitter.



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Tuesday, 21 June 2022

Movie Review: Law Abiding Citizen (2009)

An action thriller, Law Abiding Citizen poses tough questions about the justice system then wades into a murky puddle of muddled loyalties.

In Philadelphia, government employee Clyde Shelton (Gerard Butler) witnesses the murder of his wife and daughter in a violent home invasion by criminals Ames and Darby. The assailants are arrested and charged; Ames is sentenced to death, but as a result of a plea bargain approved by prosecuting attorney Nick Rice (Jamie Foxx), Darby escapes with nothing more than a five year prison sentence.

Ten years later, Ames suffers a painful death in a botched execution by lethal injection. Darby is kidnaped and tortured to death by Clyde, who then surrenders. Nick and his boss District Attorney Jonas Cantrell (Bruce McGill) try to extract a confession, but Clyde is just starting an elaborate revenge plot targeting Nick and the entire flawed justice system. 

Half of an entertaining vigilante thriller, Law Abiding Citizen starts with a bang. Director F. Gary Gray and writer Kurt Wimmer create an unflinching nightmare as, in short order, Clyde loses everything then suffers again at the hands of a misfiring judicial process. The 10-year zip forward is effective, and the uncompromising revenge extracted upon the home invaders sets up what should have been a hard-hitting second half.

But towards the middle of the film Gray loses control. Law Abiding Citizen stalls in a series of increasingly far-fetched murders and atrocities veering well away from any rational vendetta. Clyde psychologically drifts from likeable victim seeking elaborate but morally justified revenge towards a mayhem-loving psychopath, while an awkward and ultimately unsuccessful U-turn attempts to place Nick at the plot's sympathetic centre. The unsatisfying climax short-changes both men and challenges time and space logic.

Despite the notable fade, many memorable moments are on offer, including a gotcha courtroom meltdown, a bloody jail cell episode, and a dangerous phone call in a judge's office. Gerard Butler and Jamie Foxx contribute plenty of presence without needing to stretch. They are well supported by Leslie Bibb as an up-and-coming prosecutor, Regina Hall as Nick's wife, and Viola Davis as a Mayor increasingly concerned by the explosion of violence in her city.

Law Abiding Citizen is first a man with a plan, then pain without gain.



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Wednesday, 13 April 2022

Movie Review: Just Mercy (2019)

A legal drama, Just Mercy is a forceful exploration of a system designed to deliver flawed outcomes at the expense of the underprivileged.

In the late 1980s, Harvard Law School graduate Bryan Stevenson (Michael B. Jordan), who is Black, moves to Alabama to establish the Equal Justice Initiative, a law practice dedicated to helping wrongly convicted low-income prisoners. Initially, his only assistant is local human rights activist Eva Ansley (Brie Larson). They start investigating death row files, including the case of Walter "Johnny D" McMillian (Jamie Foxx), sentenced to death for killing an 18-year-old white woman. 

Bryan uncovers evidence of racism in the local justice system, including Black suspects receiving woefully inadequate legal representation, with District Attorney Tommy Chapman (Rafe Spall) and Sheriff Tate (Michael Harding) only interested in protecting the status quo. Bryan struggles to prevent the state execution of elderly convict Herbert Richardson (Rob Morgan), a Black Vietnam War veteran suffering from PTSD. But he does find the entire case against Johnny D hinging on the dubious testimony of criminal Ralph Myers (Tim Blake Nelson), and doggedly sets out to secure a new trial.

A biography based on Steveston's 2014 book, Just Mercy successfully combines outrage with persistence. Director Destin Daniel Cretton co-wrote the screenplay with Andrew Lanham, and exposes an entrenched legal process reeking of racism and satisfied with executing Black men as a proxy for actual crime-solving. The film carries Stevenson's quiet authority like a beacon of light through the sewer, startling rats with audacity.

The positives are potent. Stevenson standing up to District Attorney Chapman is a demonstration of invasive courage confronting obtuseness. The textured side-story of elderly inmate Herbert registers as a front-row seat to contaminated justice. And the two central performances are sturdy. Michael B. Jordan adds the essential trace of self-doubt to Stevenson's fortitude, while Jamie Foxx conveys resignation sparking into hope when his new lawyer actually takes the time to get to know the McMillian family background. 

Some weaknesses in structure and narrative emphasis do emerge. The 137 minutes of running time are marginally excessive, Cretton seemingly intent on chronicling every legal step and meeting. Despite the length, the murder victim and her family in the Johnny D case are entirely ignored, a case of righting one wrong but also diminishing the original tragedy. The Eva Ansley character played by Brie Larson fades in significance after a promising start.

But as obstacles are piled in his path, Steveston boldly goes straight to the source in the form of flawed and only witness Ralph Myers. Here Tim Blake Nelson emerges squinting into the neon light, inhabiting an unforgettable performance full of pitiful opportunism. Jordan and Foxx are excellent; Nelson is a deliriously twisted mess.

It takes a while for the drama to move into the courtroom. Once there the scenes are effective but also relatively routine, although the ability of local judges to embrace rot remains astounding. Deploying facts to counter farce, Just Mercy shocks with dignity. 



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Sunday, 25 April 2021

Movie Review: White House Down (2013)

An action thriller about the attempted violent overthrow of the United States President, White House Down carves out territory on the knowing side of preposterous.

Army veteran and Capitol Police officer John Cale (Channing Tatum) is part of the security detail for Speaker of the House Eli Raphelson (Richard Jenkins). Cale's 11-year-old daughter Emily (Joey King) accompanies him to the White House, where Carol Finnerty (Maggie Gyllenhaal) of the Secret Service interviews Cale for a position on the President's security team. Father and daughter then join a White House tour.

United States President James Sawyer (Jamie Foxx) is seeking global support for a bold but controversial Middle East peace plan. But traitorous Senior Secret Service Agent Martin Walker (James Woods) has assembled a team of mercenaries to storm the White House and overthrow Sawyer's government. The mercenaries are led by Emil Stenz (Jason Clarke), and include psychotic white supremacist Killick (Kevin Rankin) and computer hacker Skip Tyler (Jimmi Simpson). 

The invaders take over the White House and seize hostages, demanding a $400 million ransom. Cale breaks loose and fights back, managing to extract Sawyer from Walker's clutches, while Emily captures and uploads video of the unfolding drama. Cale needs to keep Sawyer safe and rescue Emily as the full extent of Walker's plot becomes clear.

Silly, noisy, often stupid, overlong and saddled with graceless CGI, White House Down is also watchable because it never takes itself too seriously. While Olympus Has Fallen, also released in 2013 with a similar plot, is grittier and better, here director Roland Emmerich lets loose his (literal) flag-waving tendencies while destroying chunks of the White House (again), and whenever faced with a choice between subtle and ludicrous, chooses over-the-top. The entertainment level is of the brainless variety, but within that constraint, fun can found.

And so Cale and Sawyer engage in a ridiculous car chase, driving in circles around the fountain of the White House lawn. The bad guys alternate between one-shot, one-kill expediency and cross-eyed incompetence, depending on the script requirements. CGI-created machines crash at regular intervals in a horrible dissolution of unconvincing pixels, and any quip is a good quip, whether smart or sophomoric.

The extended preamble to introduce the characters and set the context is welcome. But the film is otherwise overlong at a wholly unnecessary 131 minutes, and despite the length, critical plot points are half-baked. It's deep into the crisis before Walker's real intentions are finally revealed in a jumbled rush, and until then the ransom demand is a limp excuse for the unfolding carnage.

The reliable cast is filled with talent and helps overcome some of the goofiness. Channing Tatum is up to the task of saving the day, and bites into the role of John Cale with grim determination to (in no particular order) keep the President safe, extricate his daughter from the clutches of maniacal seditionists, and earn himself a position with the Secret Service in the world's worst on-the-job interview. The White House may be down, but as long as a job can still be earned, it's not quite out.



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Friday, 5 February 2021

Movie Review: Project Power (2020)

A mindless action movie with science fiction notes, Project Power offers a nonsensical story and sloppy execution.

In New Orleans, the new drug Power hits the streets, providing users with an exhilarating jolt of individualized superhuman characteristics for 5 minutes. Young Robin (Dominique Fishback) and her cousin Newt (Colson Baker) become street-level peddlers. Police detective Frank (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) is one of Robin's customers, unapologetic about upgrading his stamina, speed and resiliency to apprehend pumped-up criminals.

The mysterious Major (Jamie Foxx) arrives in town intent on identifying the source of the drug. He tracks down Newt then Robin, and identifies a conspiracy by shadowy government types to test the drug in successive cities. The Major has personal reasons to investigate the drug epidemic, but will have to team up with the scrappy Robin and sceptical Frank to stop the carnage.

Project Power finds the reputable Jamie Foxx and Joseph Gordon-Levitt, who should both know better, slumming it in a generically gratuitous thriller. While some of the cinematography is slick and a kernel of interest may reside in the idea of illegal drugs evolving to provide the ultimate high of superpower abilities, the Mattson Tomlin script is not interested in anything cerebral.

Instead the objective is to check-off a succession of unlikely action set-pieces, and these are often derivative, poorly structured and horribly edited into incomprehension. Every pill causes a different outcome depending on the individual user, triggering a ghastly "guess the next monster" parlour game. Co-directors Henry Joost and Ariel Schulman mechanically hustle the action along without explaining any aspect of whatever evil plot may be unfolding, the bad guys barely introduced and remaining essentially faceless and nameless.

The attempts at injecting some humanity through Robin's character and the Major's personal quest register as perfunctory, confirming Project Power as a disappointing short circuit.



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Sunday, 2 June 2019

Movie Review: Stealth (2005)


A science fiction military thriller, Stealth throws wild technology at the screen with admirable if mindless panache.

In the near future, Lieutenants Ben Gannon (Josh Lucas), Kara Wade (Jessica Biel) and Henry Purcell (Jamie Foxx) form the elite US Navy airborne Talon strike force, tasked with covert anti-terrorism bombing missions. After successfully destroying enemy targets hidden in desert caves, Talon's commander Captain George Cummings (Sam Shepard) introduces the team's latest recruit: the top-secret Extreme Deep Invader (EDI), a Unmanned Combat Air Vehicle (UCAV) operated by artificial intelligence developed by Dr. Keith Orbit (Richard Roxburgh).

Gannon has reservations about EDI, but the artificial intelligence proves its worth in a mission to assassinate terrorist leaders. But a lightning strike impacts EDI's circuits, leading to erratic behaviour. Despite the risks Cummings insists on sending EDI back into combat, and this time the unmanned aircraft goes rogue over hostile Asian airspace, endangering the other three team members and threatening to cause multiple international incidents.

An unlikely mashup of Top Gun and 2001: A Space Odyssey, Stealth also predicts the expanded role of drone technology in modern warfare. Never pretending to be anything other than a wild ride packed with cheap thrills, the film deserves credit for decent special effects, a better-than-expected focus on the pilots, and even conjures up a nominal character arc for the artificial intelligence.

The script by W.D. Richter capitalizes on the available assets. Stealth is packed with imagery of the fictional F/A-37 Talon stealth bomber, and while plenty of the pilot-perspective computer generated flight action pushes into ridiculous territory, enough of the visuals are real enough to engage. And director Rob Cohen conjures a few moments of truly enjoyable spectacle, including a refueling mission gone wrong for Gannon, and an ejection, self-destruct and harrowing parachute drop for Wade.

And while the romance elements between Gannon and Wade are as clunky as expected in a milieu overrun by macho hardware and mumbo-jumbo software, Stealth conjures up a human-centred climax with plenty of on-the-ground action featuring a low-probability run-to-the-border and a high-odds search-and-rescue mission under enemy fire.

Cohen finds time to make his leads and locations as attractive as the sleek planes, a rest-and-recreation sojourn in Thailand providing a flimsy excuse for the stars to parade in bathing suits, not to mention providing a tourism boost for the Thai economy.

Stealth never threatens to be taken seriously, but delivers its entertainment payload on target.






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Monday, 3 December 2018

Movie Review: Jarhead (2005)


A war movie almost devoid of war, Jarhead is more interested in exploring the soldiers' psyche and crushing sense of alienation during the long wait for action.

It's 1988, and laidback Anthony Swofford (Jake Gyllenhaal) enlists with the US Marines to follow in the footsteps of his father, a Vietnam War veteran. After struggling to adapt to the military culture and the rigours of training, Swofford finds a home with the Scout Sniper program under the tutelage of Staff Sergeant Sykes (Jamie Foxx). He is eventually paired with spotter Alan Troy (Peter Sarsgaard).

After Iraq invades Kuwait in August 1990, Swofford's unit is among the first to be deployed to the desert to protect Saudi Arabia's oil fields in Operation Desert Shield. Long days, weeks and months of abject boredom follow, the men struggling to control their pent-up aggression as they wait for the start of combat operations, with Swofford gradually sinking into depression.

An adaptation of Swofford's memoir directed by Sam Mendes, Jarhead is an unyielding journey towards physical and psychological frustration. The absence of action is far from an obvious war movie topic, but Mendes and screenwriter William Broyles Jr. extract remarkable potency from the internal struggle to stay sane. This is a story about waiting, and the crushing fog of restlessness descending on men primed for action being ordered to essentially do nothing in the middle of nowhere.

The first act features the typical military training culture shock and drill sergeants screaming insults at raw recruits. With Swofford introduced as smarter than the average recruit and therefore less easily adaptable to strict military regulations, this material is potent but familiar from the days of An Officer And A Gentleman and Full Metal Jacket. In Jarhead, the training does lead to deployment, but this is where the film takes a left-turn. 

The American troop build up in the desert started in early August 1990, and combat operations erupted in the middle of January 1991, by which time close to 700,000 American soldiers were in the field. Jarhead recreates what five and half months of inactivity can do to soldiers. Endless repetitive training and hours to kill invariably decay morale and enthusiasm, as Swofford and others turn on each other and lose discipline and sharpness.

They also become obsessed with what their girlfriends and wives must be up to back home, the limited communications feeding an insidious sense of abandonment. Swofford reads between the lines of his girlfriend's letters and a scratchy phone call to conclude that she is undoubtedly cheating on him. Other wives are graphically unambiguous in how they message their men.

When the push to liberate Kuwait finally gets underway, the war ends within literally hours of starting, adding to the retrospective sense of unfulfilled expectations. The ground troops are reduced to chasing a war being won by airpower well ahead of them. Here Mendes excels in capturing lyrical landscapes of an asymmetrical battle, Sykes, Swofford and the other men coming across an Iraqi army literally and figuratively pulverized in place. The recreation of hell-on-earth courtesy of burning oil fields and black rain is visually stunning.

Jake Gyllenhaal captures one man's disbelieving descent into the alternate reality of military life. Gyllenhaal ensures Swofford is never comfortable in uniform, and serves more as an incredulous observer surviving rather than actively participating in the gung-ho life. The rest of the all-male cast members do their best to provide definition to the many enlisted men, with limited success.

Jarhead exposes the unglamorous and unheroic side of war, where dreams of bravado meet an unlikely foe in the shape of wretched tedium.






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Saturday, 30 June 2018

Movie Review: The Kingdom (2007)


An anti-terrorism investigative thriller, The Kingdom is inspired by real events and features solid action scenes, but treats its subject matter with condescending simplicity.

In Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, a coordinated terrorist attack featuring shooters, a suicide bomber and a large car bomb hits an American compound and causes massive casualties. Suspicions immediately fall on the cell commanded by Abu Hamza, an Al-Qaeda follower. The Saudi government initially refuses to grant entry to foreign investigators, but in Washington DC, FBI Special Agent Ronald Fleury (Jamie Foxx) pulls the necessary levers to permit his team a brief visit.

Fleury arrives in Riyadh along with agents Mayes (Jennifer Garner), Leavitt (Jason Bateman) and Sykes (Chris Cooper). They are greeted by Saudi State Police Colonel Al-Ghazi (Ashraf Bahrom) and Sergeant Haytham (Ali Suliman), who had attempted to thwart the attack. Al-Ghazi is initially unhelpful and keeps the FBI team on a short leash. But gradually Fleury builds up a level of trust, and the investigators start to make progress collecting evidence and identifying the terrorists.

Inspired by the 1996 and 2003 Khobar and Riyadh bombings, The Kingdom tackles the scourge of extremist Islamic terrorism targeting American interests. Directed by Peter Berg and written by Matthew Michael Carnahan, the film is slick, fast-paced and vivid. But for a story that purports to peel away the complexities of Saudi Arabia's social history and its unintended role in incubating and exporting extremism, the narrative quickly defaults to jingoistic American cheerleading.

Compared to much more thoughtful post-September 11, 2001 films like Rendition and SyrianaThe Kingdom is lightweight. The FBI team can do no wrong, except for Al-Ghazi the local Saudis are incompetent obstructionists, and all it takes to track down a terrorist mastermind is a bit of on-site investigative work and a handful of agents storming a heavily-fortified neighbourhood.

But when it comes to delivering action scenes, Berg is in his element. The opening terrorist attack, a carnage-on-the-highway showdown and the final climactic battle are well-handled, and despite some jerky camera movement and obsessive editing, the chaotic grit of close quarters urban warfare jumps off the screen.

The investigative elements are orderly but settle in below television CSI-levels of linear simplicity. Sykes is the only one to think of diving into the blast hole to retrieve the identifying marks of the terrorists' car. Mayes extracts marble shrapnel fragments from victims' bodies, and these end-up being key clues to identifying the bombers. And Fleury looks up and immediately spots the building where the bad guys congregated to film the attack.

The cast is strong, but features some odd choices. Jennifer Garner and Jason Bateman are not the first names to jump out as candidates for the roles of hardened FBI agents. Foxx and Cooper are more in their element, but overall Carnahan's script seems to go out of its way to highlight the boorish and insensitive behaviours that tend to give Americans abroad a bad name. Jeremy Piven is the harried on-the-ground State Department official, and back in Washington DC Richard Jenkins and Danny Huston are the suits embroiled in battles of careerism.

The Kingdom is a modestly useful addition to the influx of post-9/11 films exploring the complexities of the Middle East, but is more interested in brawn than brains.






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Saturday, 16 June 2018

Movie Review: Miami Vice (2006)


A big-screen adaptation of the 1980s television hit series, Miami Vice is slow, moody, overcomplicated and disjointed.

In Miami, undercover police detectives Sonny Crockett (Colin Farrell) and Rico Tubbs (Jamie Foxx) interrupt an investigation of human traffickers when their former informant Alonzo (John Hawkes) tangles with brutal white supremacist drugs and weapons distributors and two undercover FBI agents end up dead. With his security operation compromised, the FBI's John Fujima (Ciarán Hinds) recruits Sonny and Rico to infiltrate the Colombian drug cartels and uncover the Miami distribution network.

The cops create a high speed air and sea transportation business as their cover to sell services to the illegal narcotics industry. In Haiti they connect with middleman smuggler José Yero (John Ortiz) and his mysterious partner Isabella (Gong Li) and are soon transporting drugs into the US. Yero never fully trusts Cockett, who quickly instigates a steamy romance with Isabella, the go-between with reclusive drug cartel kingpin Montoya (Luis Tosar). When the Aryan Brotherhood goons kidnap Rico's girlfriend Trudy (Naomie Harris) to gain leverage, a violent showdown looms.

Directed and written by Michael Mann, Miami Vice is a pretentious mess. A kaleidoscope of vivid colours, silhouettes, cool threads, fast cars and pretty scenery cannot hide the total absence of chemistry between Sonny and Rico, who come across as strangers to each others rather than partners. Worse still is a plot that drowns in convulsions of its own makings and takes forever to gain traction, with no character depth on either side of the law.

Just when Mann appears to be gaining a handle on the material he loses all momentum with a distracting, laborious and unconvincing romance between Crockett and Isabella, who share even less chemistry than Crockett and Tubbs. The romance is so poorly conceived it's never even clear whether the lovers are playing each other or genuinely in love, and the lack of clarity is far from intentional.

And it all ends in a shootout that negates the endless two hours that went before it. Miami Vice sets up a complex police investigation supposedly to gain evidence to arrest and convict, but ends in a free-for-all bloodbath. While the climax is admittedly well executed, if it was going to be ok to shoot up the joint, then creating painstaking undercover work was a waste of everybody's time.

Miami Vice commits a cardinal sin: converting a fun and sleek concept into an outright bore.






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Sunday, 9 July 2017

Movie Review: Baby Driver (2017)


A stylish, artistic and hyperkinetic action film, Baby Driver excels at burning rubber to a thumping soundtrack. Humour, idealized romance and violence have rarely mixed better.

In Atlanta, an orphaned young man known as Baby (Ansel Elgort) works as the getaway driver on jobs planned by master criminal Doc (Kevin Spacey). Constantly listening to music to counteract severe tinnitus and push away the demons of his parents' death, Baby owes Doc a debt, and is working it off as the wheelman in a series of high profile armed heists. Baby lives with the elderly and deaf Joseph (CJ Jones), who is supposedly his foster father although Baby now looks after the wheelchair-bound old man.

Doc's regular gang members include the quiet but dangerous Buddy (Joe Hamm), his girlfriend Darling (Eiza González), Griff (Jon Bernthal) and the slightly unhinged Bats (Jamie Foxx). In between jobs Baby meets diner waitress Debora (Lily James), and the two start a relationship and plot a future life away from Atlanta. But Doc will not let Baby go easily, and one final job takes a dangerous turn.

Written and directed by Edgar Wright, Baby Driver exudes a sense of detached cool. The film is modern-day full length music video, largely disconnected from reality and fully embracing stylized and high revving action as its primary mission. That Wright also provides a reasonably interesting, rounded and conflicted central character in Baby is a bonus, although Baby's exceptional skills behind the wheel and his overall calm demeanour in the face of unfriendly villains and street level carnage stretches all credible limits.

But none of that really matters, as character realism is a distant objective in this narrative. Similar to 1978's sparse The Driver (and much less similar to 2011's brooding Drive), Baby Driver sets out to create insane excitement through a series of breathless urban chase scenes with an aloof protagonist in the driver's seat, and succeeds in creating some of the best sequences of grounded automotive mayhem. At once modern and old-fashioned, Wright threads the needle by keeping the action just on the right side of plausible in relative cinematic terms.

The action scenes are properly spaced out to allow the story breathing room to progress, and when they do arrive, no effort is spared to maximize the highest possible revolutions per minute.

And it's all set to the music mix playing through Baby's earbuds, Baby Driver an audio experience as much as it is a visual feast. Baby's mother was a musician, and he insists on having the right tune playing at exactly the right time even when anarchy is about to be unleashed. Wright grabs a lot of tense and fun mileage by having his young hero insist on synchronizing his life to his chosen soundtrack, no matter what is happening around him.

While Baby is an innocent among wolves, the evil doers surrounding him are not kidding around. Buddy, Darling and especially the appropriately named Bats are various degrees of crazy, and this is a violent film where obscenities, threats, shootouts, corrupt cops, blood, violence and various forms of gruesome death are thrown at the screen. The contrast with Baby's sweet budding romance with Debora is sharp, Wright giving his young hero every opportunity to differentiate himself from the sordid world created by the likes of Doc.

Hip, unflappable and built for speed, Baby Driver rocks to his own tunes.






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Sunday, 4 October 2015

Movie Review: Collateral (2004)


A moody thriller, Collateral creates a cool vibe through the story of one long night for a taxi driver forced to chauffeur an assassin around Los Angeles. The film rises above the routine thanks to an intense focus on characters and dedicated performances from Tom Cruise and Jamie Foxx.

Max (Foxx) drives a taxi on the night shift, dreaming of collecting enough money to start his own limousine company. Early in the night, he gives Annie (Jada Pinkett Smith) a ride. She is a lawyer in town to handle a big case, and their small talk evolves into a deeper conversation, surprising them both. Max's next fare is Vincent (Cruise), a well dressed man from out of town, who offers Max $600 to drive him to a series of stops throughout the night. Max reluctantly agrees. He is quickly regretting his decision when at Vincent's first stop, a dead body is launched out of an apartment window and crashes down on Max's taxi waiting below.

Vincent is an assassin for hire, in town to eliminate a series of targets in one night. Max is effectively a hostage chauffeur, and every time he tries to escape from Max's clutches, the situation gets worse. As the night progresses and the body count mounts, detective Ray Fanning (Mark Ruffalo) of the Los Angeles Police Department starts to connect the dots, but he runs into an FBI operation led by agent Pedrosa (Bruce McGill), who is mounting surveillance on drug lord Felix Reyes-Torrena (Javier Bardem). When Annie is suddenly embroiled in the events of the wild night, Max finds himself much more invested in the mayhem than he ever could have imagined.

Gorgeously filmed in low light with extensive use of reflection, shadows, and concentrated light sources, Collateral takes place over a single long night, as Max experiences the shift from hell. The film achieves a sleek, dark look, and creates a steady current of tension as Vince goes about his business with systemic efficiency. Director Michael Mann finds a well-tuned groove where scenes alternate between sharp violence and character development, and for most of the film, a perfect balance is maintained. Unfortunately but predictably, the final act does spiral out of control, and tilts towards unlikely everyman heroics. Max transforms from victimized taxi driver to a man of action, and the film drops a notch or two.

But the narrative heart throbs strong, and all the energy is derived from the evolving dynamic of the Vince - Max relationship. The two men communicate constantly, getting to know each other as Vince evaluates and eliminates all risks and Max desperately tries to talk his way out of hell. In the process, both men find their convictions being challenged. Max's dream of starting his own limousine business has been 12 years in the waiting, and Vince calls him on it, drawing a sharp distinction between the comfort of having a dream and the effort required to demonstrate ambition. Max probes Vince's nihilistic psyche and finds a man who cares for nothing because no one ever cared for him. Both men don't like it, but a bond develops between them nonetheless.

Some of the set-pieces are extremely clever. The initial dead body landing on Max's taxi is a high- volume announcement to kick off the dark part of the night. Even better is an episode at a mostly empty jazz club, where Vince goes to kill some time, dragging Max with him. The interaction that follows with club owner Daniel Baker (Barry Shabaka Henley) is as smooth as the jazz music, until business intervenes. Less impressive is a muddled shootout at a crowded nightclub that stretches all credibility.

A large part of the film's success rests with the two lead performances. Tom Cruise plays against type and demonstrate a high level of comfort as a bad guy. He maintains his unflappable persona as he crosses to the dark side and creates a killing machine that oozes slick personality. Jamie Foxx earned a Best Supporting Actor Academy Award nomination for bringing Max to life, a nice guy hiding his own frailties from himself. It is only when Max sees himself through Vince's eyes that he awakens to his faults, and ironically it is Vince who will need to deal with a Max deciding to get mad about his life.

Jada Pickett Smith, Mark Ruffalo, Javier Bardem and Bruce McGill have relatively small roles and ensure a strong depth to the supporting cast, but the film is primarily a showcase for the two leads.

Polished and effortlessly fluid, Collateral slices through the Los Angeles night, bolstered by quality execution.






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