Movie Reviews

What starts out as a taut suspense film utterly derails itself in the last act with oen of the most ridiculously over-the-top action sequences imaginable.  This should-have-been-interesting film loses itself within the confines of it’s increasingly contrived plot, and not even a solid (and entertaining) performance by Willis can save it.  But it does get bonus points for prompting me to say ‘Wow, I wish Kevin Pollack was in more of this’.

Hostage
2 & 1/2 Stars

I feel bad for Bruce Willis.  He’s an actor that I typically like, but he just keeps picking these projects that I either outright hate (like The Whole Nine Yards and Tears of the Sun), or are just beneath his ability.  Sadly there aren’t enough Die Hards and Unbreakables in his resume, and Hostage probably won’t help that average.

Willis trades his guns for brains in this one, playing Jeff Talley, a former LAPD hostage negotiator who retreated to a small town sheriff’s department after a hostage situation went horribly wrong.  Of course the Hollywood law of averages states that he’ll be forced to play the negotiator once again, and sure enough when two bush-league delinquent teens (Jonothan Tucker and Marshall Allman) & their full-blown psycho buddy (Ben Foster) take a family hostage after botching a carjacking, Talley is returned to the kind of situation that broke his spirit.  Unfortunately for Talley, the teens have taken over the home of Walter Smith (Kevin Pollack), a man with ties to a mysterious organization who will do anything to ensure that their information is retrieved, up to and including Talley’s family.  Talley is forced to barter the lives of innocents against the lives of his own family, while trying to keep the police from invading the home. 

There’s no way around the fact that the premise of Hostage is full-blown ridiculous.  Seriously, that’s really out there in the land of WTF?  Thankfully, a decent script and a high tension atmosphere keep Hostage from descending into silliness until the last act is played out.  French director Florent Emilio Siri (who’s previous projects have included directing the Tom Clancy video game Splinter Cell, which is readily apparent by just the opening credit sequence alone) understands how to maintain a tense situation without going over the top.  Talley’s choices (and the moral cost they impose on him) give you a reason to care about the fate of everyone involved.  Willis does pained like none other, and his trademark stoicism acts as a flimsy facade for the internal anguish Talley is suffering.  I was really impressed with his performance.  I only wish the film lived up to it. 

The last 30 minutes of this film almost completely derail Hostage, as a previously shaky delinquent turns into a one-man killing machine that’s a mix between Luc Besson’s Professional and The Crow.  Yes, it’s really that outlandish.  I’d thought the inability to finish a film strongly was a particularly American ailment, but Hostage proves that shoddy storytelling knows no borders.

My other nitpick with Hostage would be its use of music.  Far from using an understated score like you’d expect in a suspense film, you’re bombarded with the kind of orchestral freak outs normally reserved for comic book films.  I kept looking in the corner of the frames for Batman to pop up.  If you’re willing to drop your sensibility at the ticket booth, Hostage delivers some solid moments of suspense, but try not to be too disappointed when the previously smooth ride hits some very large potholes at the finish.

Wes Anderson’s fourth film finds him using new genres to explore old ground.  Easily the most subtle and complex of Anderson’s films, The Life Aquatic tells the story of declining oceagraphic documentarian Steve Zissou (Bill Murray) and his quest to put the meaning back into his life, be it through anther adventure or the awkward bond with his newly acquainted grown son (Owen Wilson).  It’s a difficult film to take in on the first viewing, but ultimately it’s Anderson’s most emotionally satisfying film to date.

The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou
4 & 1/2 Stars

Four films in, Wes Anderson is fully on his way to becoming the most accomplished young directors working in Hollywood today. Each one of his films has been a rich, fully realized tapestry detailing the convoluted lives of the has-beens, the never was, and the almost greats, and with The Life Aquatic Anderson delivers his most perfect failure yet in Bill Murray’s Steve Zissou.

Steve Zissou is a marine-life documentary maker who, along with his crew, his equipment, and his personal life, has definitely seen better days. Due to the death of his close friend and his failing celebrity, Zissou is an embittered crank who continues to work because it’;s all he knows how to do. When a man claiming to be the product of one of his many extra-marital affairs arrives (Owen Wilson) to find out more about him, Zissou is shown what he might have missed in his life. When nature reporter Jane Winslett-Richardson (Cate Blanchett) shows up to interview Zissou, he’;s energized by a sense of purpose and drive he’;s not felt in years as he strives to complete his latest documentary detailing his attempts to destroy the animal that killed his friend. Along the way Zissou deals with a rapidly disintegrating marriage, his burgeoning feelings of fatherhood, pirates, larceny, and out-and-out mutiny.

The Life Aquatic marks a departure for Anderson as not only is he now having to deal with action sequences, he’;s also included the stop-motion animation work of Harry Selick (James & The Giant Peach, Nightmare Before Christmas). Furthermore, this marks the first time Anderson has written a film without Owen Wilson, who merely stars in this one. Each one of those changes is felt in one way or another, be it from the strangely staged (and hopelessly goofy) action scenes, the otherworldliness of Selick’;s creations, or the much more melancholy and resigned feel of the film’;s characters.

Thankfully Anderson’;s cast is more than up for the challenge and no actor rises to the occasion like Bill Murray. Zissou could almost be the middle-aged version of Rushmore’;s Max Fischer, whose enthusiasm and endless energy has been destroyed by disappointment after disappointment. Not so much charming as just a blowhard who is used to getting his way, Murray’;s Zissou is just a wellspring of barely contained regret and bitterness. He’;s surrounded by a cast of Lost Boy-esque misfits like Klaus (Willem Dafoe), who worships him like an eager puppy and the aforementioned prodigal son, Ned whose own sadness is offset by his desire to have a father, and his blossoming relationship with soon-to-be pregnant mother Blanchett.

For all of Anderson’;s trademark quirk and eccentricity, it’;s Murray that makes this film so emotionally satisfying. Zissou is desperate for any kind of redemption be it personal or professional, and his longing to be liked and loved is almost heartbreaking. There’;s an emotional payoff to this film’;s meandering journey of oddity, and while it’;s certainly not free of faults, The Life Aquatic might just be Anderson’;s most perfectly realized character piece to date.

For all of Anderson’;s trademark quirk and eccentricity, it’;s Murray that makes this film so emotionally satisfying. Zissou is desperate for any kind of redemption be it personal or professional, and his longing to be liked and loved is almost heartbreaking. There’;s an emotional payoff to this film’;s meandering journey of oddity, and while it’;s certainly not free of faults, The Life Aquatic might just be Anderson’;s most perfectly realized character piece to date.

Michael Mann returns to the genre that holds his best work: the crime thriller.  This time around Jamie Foxx plays a cabdriver who’s commandeered by sociopathic hitman Tom Cruise to assist him in his nefarious endeavors.  It’s a facsinating character study of two clashing personalities, but ultimately loses it’s footing in the third act.  Thankfully the clumsy ending isn’t enough to detract from two great performances from Cruise and Foxx. 

Collateral
3 Stars

Michael Mann has had one of those careers that are almost staggeringly entertaining.  Since 1983, nearly every one of his directorial efforts has been a favorite of mine.  Although it’s taken nearly 10 years for him to return to the crime genre that he redefined with 1995’s Heat, I was a little uneasy about Collateral.  Tom Cruise somehow manages to fascinate and repel me at that same time, and Jamie Foxx is a bit of an unknown film quality to me.  Thankfully, Mann’s skilled hand at directing turned great performances from both actors, with only a minor disappointment.

Collateral tells the story of Max (Foxx), an L.A. cabdriver who has turned his work into a science while trying to break into something greater.  At an airport run he picks up Vincent (Cruise) who hires him to make five stops and get him back to the airport.  Unbeknownst to Max, Vincent is in town to eliminate the witnesses of an upcoming drug trafficking trial, but soon Max is an unwilling accomplice as both driver and decoy. 

And really, that’s about it.  Collateral doesn’t work so much as a thriller as it does a character study of two opposites.  Cool, unshakeable Vincent with his uneasy grasp of morality, and Max, a moral man forced to make immoral choices to save his own life.  Both actors turn in absolutely perfect performances, and for once Cruise’s devil-may-care cockiness comes across as more chilling than grating.  Foxx really impressed me here, especially in a scene where he has to pose as Vincent, going from a nervous wreck to a spot-on delivery of Cruise’s style and demeanor. 

However the character that steals the most scenes is L.A. itself.  Mann has made his city just as integral to the story as the characters or their actions.  Filmed in a mix of high definition digital and traditional film, Mann dirties up the print to present a night time film that feels achingly real.  There’s an almost complete lack of artificial lighting, which allows you to feel like you’re peeking in on two lives that could be happening around you. 

Sadly, the last 20 minutes of the film degenerate into a standard action boiler plate which makes for one jarring thematic transition, but every minute up to that point is just perfect.  Mann’s next project is rumored to be a big screen adaptation of his seminal TV crime series, Miami Vice, which is a mind boggling choice for a director of his caliber, but if he can capture the vibrancy and vitality he’s produced in Collateral, I may have to give it a go.

Great pacing and camerawork only heighten the tensions of this already airtight thriller, so I give it a pass based on the first 3/4ths of the movie.  If only they’d thought the ending through more….