Showing posts with label Christoph Waltz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christoph Waltz. Show all posts

Thursday, 25 August 2011

Film Review: The Green Hornet

On paper this film shouldn't fail. It's got Seth Rogen, Cameron Diaz, Tom Wilkinson, Edward James Olmos and Christoph Waltz. Indeed, the very name Seth Rogen would ordinarily create a buzz of excitement. Unfortunately while The Green Hornet isn't an abject failure, it is however a disappointment and an example of spurned talent.

Britt Reid (Rogen) is your quintessential example of directionless youth. When his stern father (Wilkinson) suffers an unexpected death, the bored billionaire playboy teams up with servant Kato (Chou) - also a gadget maker extraordinaire and martial artist expert - to take on crime using the unique guise of pretending to be criminals themselves.

Interestingly while sharing many similarities to the background of one Bruce Wayne, the Green Hornet actually predates Batman. It even had its own TV show in the sixties featuring Van Williams as the Hornet and one Bruce Lee as Kato. While Rogen doesn't quite drag this into the same farcical realms of his other works (Pineapple Express, Superbad), his role as a screenwriter can definitely be detected as he injects his effusive humour on proceedings. Ostensibly, the teaming of Rogen and director Michel Gondry (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind) would constitute some sort of a dream team. Unfortunately Gondry's attempts to influence events doesn't quite sit in the action genre where the story feels a little higgledy-piggledy. Indeed, there's a lot going on in The Green Hornet, maybe too much. While it is energetic, the numerous different genres of comic book, buddy-up, action, romance etc just seem a little all over the place, none of which fully hold the audience's attention.

Rogen's Britt Reid is a bit like Bruce Wayne would be if he were to act like Russell Brand's Arthur. He barely displays any redeeming features and doesn't really grow all that much as a character. He is selfish to the point where even his motivations to fight crime come from alcohol-infused boredom, atypical to the sort of alturism or even vengeful dispositions of your typical comic book hero. On the one hand it's what makes The Green Hornet different, yet it still doesn't make the character particularly likeable. This is where his sidekick Kato steals the show with an aura of quiet confidence. The Taiwanese popstar, Chou, is probably the most appealing part of this film - a proverbial swiss army knife with unrivalled mechanical and martial arts skill. You wonder what the hell he's been doing serving as one of Reid's servants. However, despite his appeal Chou is scarcely intelligible to the point where subtitles might have been helpful. Unfortunately many parts with potential, such as Christoph Waltz's villain Chudnofsky, are relegated to a curiosity. His gimmick is that despite being the baddest mutha in all LA, no one finds him scary. So affected is he by this that the otherwise ruthless villain experiences a midlife crisis and embarks on a quest to reinvent himself in order to gain the respect he feels he deserves. While the idea could have worked the part is poorly written, much like Cameron Diaz's secretary Lenore Case and Olmos' Chief Editor Mike Axford at Britt's paper, The Daily Sentinel.

Overall The Green Hornet isn't 'that bad', but it doesn't glue together very well either. While reasonably endearing, it is also flawed in the sense that is feels a tad overdrawn and represents a bit of a wasted opportunity as some big talent feels completely underwritten. It's lengthy and convoluted screenplay unfortunately serves to erase the good work it does in other places. If only The Green Hornet chopped a few needless moments here, a few there, and honed its focus, it could have had much more sting. As it stands there are a lot of good points interspersed throughout which save this from pure direness thus it would be unfair to call The Green Hornet a complete disaster.

Sunday, 19 June 2011

Film Review: Water For Elephants

Based on Sara Gruen's historical bestseller of the same name, Water for Elephants begins in much the same way as Saving Private Ryan. Instead of the beaches of Normandy, an old geriatric (Hal Halbrook) is found wandering round a circus. Memory jogged of a bygone day, the screen blurs into yesteryear and the old man begins his monologue...

It's 1930s America and the Great Depression is in full swing. But for young Cornell veterinary student Jacob Jankowski (Pattinson) the future looks promising. Suddenly hit by an unexpected turn of events, Jacob runs away with the circus and falls head-over-heels for star attraction, Marlena (Witherspoon). Problem is, Marlena is married to circus ringleader August (Waltz) who suffers from a nasty bout of borderline personality disorder. When August acquires an elephant, Rosie (Tai - yes, the elephant has a real name) to help boost the circus' flagging ticket sales, he tasks Jacob and Marlena with training the beast.

Water for Elephants follows that well-worked groove of tragedy, suspense and romance in a way that's difficult to balls up. Indeed, nothing about this ever really brings out the full magic of the circus. The film's central story arc, the forbidden love of Pattinson's Jacob (ironic name given Twilight) and Witherspoon's Marlena barely fizzles. Admittedly it would be unfair to suggest they give inherently bad performances, but they don't exactly capture the imagination either. Pattinson in particular however still appears to be undead, giving the distinct impression he's merely going through the motions in such a forced manner that you wouldn't put bets on a second date. However, one man does pull this from the brink.

Christoph Waltz's meteoric rise to fame in the last two-years is nothing short of astonishing. Since Inglorious Basterds he has above and beyond been the best thing about his respective movies. And it is no different in this case. While Waltz's August isn't necessarily as sadistic Colonel Landa - a comic villain in many ways - there is something altogether more sinister about this character. At first August might seem like your typical pernicious tyrant, but there are glints into an unstable personality suggesting an unpredictability to his actions. In many ways this is a far more frightening prospect than any premeditated ruthlessness.

All said and done, the film is pretty straightforward in a vapid sort of way. Dumb, drunken Polish elephants with a penchant for whiskey aside (great, American Polish-stereotypes embodied in a big beast, subtle), everything seems familiar here. There's some stunning artistry at play thanks to cinematographer Rodrigo Prieto whose use of colours make the historical setting all the more vivid, but its stellar cast fail to bring it to life. Ultimately, Water for Elephants leaves a clear trail of footprints in the butter.