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The Nut Job: Bland Animation Adventure
Adapted from an eleven minute short, The Nut Job is another bland, soulless animated feature that, despite its best efforts, pales in comparison to the modern animated classics. While it might be unfair to measure the film to the likes of Toy Story or Shrek one can't help but make the comparison,
The story revolves around Surly (Arnett); a rather selfish and self-serving squirrel, whose only friend is mute rat, Buddy. His attempts to rob a peanut cart in the park he and a pantheon of other animals call home are foiled by kind-hearted squirrel, Andie (Heigl) and 'hero' squirrel, Grayson (Fraser). The resulting melee leads to the cart colliding with the tree that the animals collectively store their winter food, blowing their sustenance to smithereens. Leader of the critters, a raccoon named Raccoon (Neeson), banishes Surly from the park, leaving him to fend for himself in the big bad city.
Soon, though, Surly stumbles on a nut shop and quickly decides that robbing the shop is his ticket back into the park. Things get complicated, however, when Surly realizes that the shop is also used as a mafia hangout.
Directed and written by Peter Lepeniotis, The Nut Job doesn't really know what it wants to be and its lack of focus and drive is evident throughout. The film is set in the 50s and that in itself could have been a vehicle from which to craft a unique and interesting story. Instead, an endless stream of product placement – modern products that is – and other small decisions such as using an instrumental of Psy's eternally grating Gangham Style destroy any kind of integrity the film as a story might have hoped to have.
Poop and fart jokes are aplenty here, and you'll be pressed in remembering a moment of genuine laughter after the credits have rolled.
Similarly, the entire cast seems to be misguided; Arnett's interpretation of a selfish squirrel, who eventually learns that the world does not necessarily involve around him, is perhaps a little too curt; instead of coming across a likeable bad-boy, the character of Surly just comes across as a bit of a jerk.
Heigl and Fraser are unable to offer much to their clichéd, one-dimensional characters, although Neeson fairs better as the authoritative Raccoon and his raspy, hoarse voice and mannerisms give his character presence. The star of the show, however, is mute rat, Buddy, who despite having no lines, is the picture's cleverest creation.
There's very little originality or even imagination in The Nut Job and is a lazy and underdeveloped entry into the increasingly large world of animation. Younger viewers may find some pleasure in the film, but not for the right reasons.
What can you say about the seemingly unstoppable force that is Nicolas Cage that hasn’t been said before? A magnet for the most troubled, muddled and just generally exasperating films to hit cinemas in the last five years, his latest work in USS Indianapolis: Men of Courage does nothing to change his fortunes.
Despite being based on one a true story that has all the makings of a war epic, the Mario Van Peebles-directed USS Indianapolis bleeds all and any gravitas and emotion out of its incredibly dramatic source material.
The story goes as thus: the eponymous US Navy cruiser delivered the first parts of the atomic bomb that would go on to devastate Hiroshima, before being torpedoed by the Japanese navy, leaving some 300 of the 1000-plus crewmen dead and the rest stranded in shark-infested waters. Said sharks, along with dehydration and salt water poisoning, leave just over 300 survivors to be rescued.
At the centre of the ensuing hubbub is Cage’s Captain McVay, who many, very unreasonably, blame for the death of the 700 or so victims – so you see, it’s a very complex story, but one that very quickly descend into and exercise on how not to make a war film.
The occasional laughable CGI aside, Cage is oddly sedate, bordering on placid, in his role – yes, the central character is possibly the flattest element of the film, while seasoned actors, Tom Sizemore and Thomas Jane, are given little to chew on in their respective roles.
While starting exactly as one would expect a war film to, the wreckage part of the film turns into cheap disaster movie, before turning into a courtroom drama in the final act. It’s a muddle of a film that fails to really drum to the beat of McVay’s potentially brilliant arc as a firm commander that eventually buckles under the unjust pressure he receives back at home.
Bad CGI, a mammoth two hour-plus running time and Nic Cage can be forgiven, but what’s at the heart of this film’s mess is the script. Jumping from event to event, plotline to plotline, at a whim, with Cage’s soft murmured speech used to pave over the transitions, USS Indianapolis’s pacing is that of a film hurrying to stuff as many ideas and threads as possible – expect that’s not the case. Van Peebles tries so hard to build the layers of an epic, when, actually, all he needed to do was tell this simple but stirring story as it is.
As an exploration of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder in the military, Dito Montiel’s Man Down is a muddled story that’s pretty challenging to sit through. Though on paper there’s plenty of potential depth in this particular effect of war – and a solid cast at its disposable – the film descends into military-movie clichés, while not really keeping up with its complex set-up.
The movie to take place over four separate time periods and opens with U.S Marine Gabriel Drummer (LeBeouf) and his military buddy, Devin Roberts (Courtney), making their way through a vast and seemingly wasted American landscape which appears to have been destroyed by a chemical attack. On the look-out for survivors, the pair is hoping to find Drummer’s son, Jonathan (Shotwell), whom he believes has been kidnapped.
Before the audience gets a chance to find out what is really going in, the story flashes back to another time period where a seemingly distraught Drummer is being interviewed by Counselor Peyton (Oldman) about an ‘incident’ that occurred on the battlefield in Afghanistan. Moving on to yet to another period, we also get to see the story of Drummer and Roberts during their Marine Corps training at Camp Lejeune before, eventually, cutting to the story of Drummer’s life at home with wife, Natalie (Mara) and their son.
Taking on several narrative threads without really knowing where to take them, let alone how to put them back together, is one of Man Down’s major issues. Used to give some kind of visual interpretation of PTSD, the movie’s choppy editing is ineffective and comes across as a messy, superficial tool.
Clocking in at precisely ninety minutes, Man Down is a relatively short film but, thanks to the overworked script and slow pace, it takes forever for any of the stories to build into something bigger.
Working its way through a series of military clichés, the story works best when it is focused on digging into Drummer’s fractured mind, with the conversation between him and his counsellor – played by the seemingly wasted talent of one Gary Oldman – serving to be one of the movie’s best elements. LeBeouf is convincing as a troubled soldier desperately trying not to sink deeper into madness and his commitment to the role is commendable, making it all that more frustrating to see that the script itself is so lacking.