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Hitman: Agent 47: File Under 'Ridiculous Guilty-Pleasure Action'
If Hollywood history has taught us anything, it's that Tarantino likes feet, Ben Affleck doesn't make for a good superhero and video games don't make good source material for films. Other future lessons to be learnt include "Ben Affleck still doesn't make a good superhero" and "They shouldn't have made a sequel to Avatar."
Now, Hitman: Agent 47 doesn't completely shackle itself with chains of faithfulness to the Hitman video games, but it does take strong cues from it, with mixed success.
It's impossible to sum up this film without using words like ridiculous, nonsensical and 'huh'? It's a muddle of a film that seemingly forgoes logic and good-sense, but doesn't apologise for it one bit – it isn't trying to be anything more than an absurd action film that, despite being completely unmemorable for anything but light ridicule, harks back to the type of action flicks that kept moviegoers fleetingly entertained in the 80s.
Based around the clichéd idea of genetically-modified super-humans, the story tells of the search for scientist, Peter Litvenko (Hinds), who was all but ready to complete the 'Agent' program – one designed to create assassins with enhanced strength, speed, agility, stamina and intelligence. On the run after having a crisis of conscience and fleeing, leaving his young daughter, Katia, behind, the secret Syndicate International Corporation is on the hunt for him. In their way, however, is eponymous character, Agent 47 (Friend), and a now grown Katia (Ware), who is desperate to find her father.
If it's not a story you've heard before, then it's a certainly one that's predictable; an enigmatic hero, a young woman who comes to learn much about herself on her search for a truth and shady enemies all make for a classic action narrative, but one that doesn't hold back in any way when it comes to the tropes of the genre. It's all flash and not much more, but it's the type of flash that will make fans of grittier action films roll their eyes into oblivion. Much of this is owed to the editing; the cuts are fast, the sequences are relentless and the action is largely unrealistic – many have compared the latter to that found in Christian Bale sci-fi action, Equilibrium.
The acting is indistinct; it's routine without being offensive, but it's not about the characters – in fact, this is the furthest you can get away from a character-driven film. Overall though, this is a film to be taken with a pinch of salt. There's a certain sense of enjoyment to be found in the hyper-action of Hitman: Agent 47, but absolutely nothing to chew on or take away.
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.