3 posts categorized "comic book"

05/07/2010

Acting, blazing action a blast in 'Iron Man 2'

The only problem with the first "Iron Man" two years ago was that director Jon Favreau fell into the trap of action extravaganza overkill.  The ultimate battle finale felt like it had more chapters than "War and Peace."

Favreau has learned his lesson.  "Iron Man 2," which rocks with pulsating action and outstanding acting (a rare combination), builds to a spectacular crescendo, then ends on an emotional human note.

In fact, the sequel takes a cue from comic book hero and competitor Superman.  The Man of Steel liked to whisk Lois Lane suddenly skyward and then park on a rooftop for a flirty, "Go ahead, kiss her" chat after the bombastic dust settled.

Screenwriter Justin Theroux's feature film debut came in the outrageously funny "Tropic Thunder," which drew Downey an Oscar nomination.  He takes some chances here that work, like letting this film's lead character get drunk and shame himself with birthday party angry rant.  From a bottom-out low often comes a rise to great heights, however.  Theroux's script manages that. 

"I am Iron Man," billionaire industrialist and former weapons dealer Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.) proclaims during a press conference that comes at the end the first "Iron Man" and launches the sequel.  You're in for a robust two hours of "Holy s%#*!" action sequences, dandy performances and witty, if at times silly, dialogue.

Six months after the first adventure, admittedly egocentric Stark is flaunting his wealth, his "peacemaker" iron suit with rockets in the heels and his need for flaunting applause at Stark Expo.  His late father put on a similar chest-thumping dog and pony show first, looking a little like vintage Walt Disney talking about Tomorrowland.  Tony's flashy reboot, however, more closely resembles a slightly larger-than-life version of Apple CEO Steve Jobs bestowing the iPad on the world.

The government wants to take Stark's invention away.  So Stark proclaims to the Senate Armed Services Committee (with Garry Shandling chewing the scenery as Sen. Stern) that no possible threat exists that can rival Iron Man, so chill, America.  

Pretty soon after that, a Russian named Ivan Vanko (Mickey Rourke) whips up a lightning-whip knock-off version of the Iron Man technology and off we go into grand adventure.

Rourke, nominated for a Best Actor Academy Award in 2009 as the washed-up modern day gladiator in "The Wrestler," is perfectly cast as a vengeful Russian who's way smarter than he looks.

Vanco constantly chews on a toothpick, even when he's slicing race cars apart at the Monaco Grand Prix or plotting Stark's demise.  The camera loves Rourke's craggy face, and the veteran actor -- a survivor of good times and bad -- is rivaled by only one other toothpick chewer in the history of cinema.  That's Paul Newman.

"Iron Man 2," not unlike Stark's flashy computer gadgets, unlimited resources and, of course, the red-and-gold supersuit, borders on being an embarrassment of riches.  The technical effects astound even more this time than the first time around.

Downey, one of the finest actors working today for my money, is super and completely comfortable in the suit and out.  Like his character, Downey is a gifted man who has beat the odds to get where he is.

Few actors can still act engulfed in a formidable costume.  Downey, on screen during the Christmas holidays as the title character in "Sherlock Holmes," is one of them.  Perhaps the finest.

Gwyneth Paltrow returns as Stark's assistant "Pepper" Potts, and their verbal tête-à-tête is even more finely tuned than it was in '08.

Newcomers, who are all great, include Scarlett Johansson ("The Spirit," "Vicky Cristina Barcelona") kicking hiney and not taking names in a unitard as mystery lady Stark assistant Natalie Rushman.  Also, Sam Rockwell ("Everybody's Fine") struts his stuff quite well as a spoiled, jealous arms manufacturer.

Don Cheadle, nominated for an Oscar for "Hotel Rwanda" in 2004, takes over the role of military liaison Lt. Col. James "Rhodey" Rhodes seamlessly, like he belonged there all the time.  Cheadle is so good, in fact, that some "Iron Man" fans might be thinking, "Terrence Howard who?"

"Iron Man 2" falls just short of measuring up to the name of its parent franchise company, Marvel.  It's a blast of a superhero action sequel.  It's just that No. 2 must, by definition, revisit a cinematic world now familiar and, therefore, slightly redundant.

09/25/2009

They robot: Send in the clones

I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to laugh the first time you see Ving Rhames in a long-haired wig on screen in "Surrogates" as The Prophet.

Chances are you will, though.  And you might giggle again at the futuristic drug screen that seems right out of Woody Allen's "Sleeper."

If you can stand all that, you might feel some mild fascination for a near-future where technology has advanced to the point where humans can sit around in comfortable chairs all day.  Surrogates, you see, venture out into the world to do the dirty work.

Directed by Jonathan Mostow, who called the shots on the metal-grinding "Terminator 3:  Rise of the Machines" in 2003, "Surrogates" mixes silly sci-fi with an old fashioned detective yarn with Bruce Willis out front.

Crime is down and the surrogates -- all beautiful and young, of course -- get to have all the fun in place of their human counterparts.  One of them (Rosamund Pike as Greer's wife Maggie) runs a beauty parlor where a facial peel takes on a new, literal meaning.  It's not all Barbie and Ken idyllic happiness, however.  

Humans begin to die in their comfy "stim chairs" while hooked up to their surrogates.  This not only invalidates the warranty, it might lead to panic, if not in the streets in bedrooms where most of the humans are sequestered.

There are two Bruce Willises at work in "Surrogates."  There's a 30ish-looking robot made in his likeness, an FBI detective named Greer.  He's a combination of Willis's acting, some serious computer-enhanced face lifting and a very bad -- probably on purpose -- sandy-haired wig.

Then there's Willis as the human Greer, a stay-at-home armchair cop.  That Greer mopes around because his wife won't come out of her room.  So he lets his surrogate do the walking, the arresting and the running around chasing some very bad guys out to destroy the surrogates.

Surrogate Greer partners with Surrogate FBI Agent Peters, portrayed well by Australian Radha Mitchell.  Mitchell, who appeared in Robert Benton's "Feast of Love" a couple years back, has no problem with a trio of performances; playing the real Peters, her surrogate and a mystery character not to be given away here.

Oh, and there's a mad scientist (James Cromwell) to be corralled as well.  Willis retreats into his teeth-clinched "Die Hard" mode for that.

There are some resisters who believe all humanity has evaporated from the population with the rise of surrogates.  The Prophet (Rhames, tee hee) heads that group from a junkyard DMZ zone so run down it could have been a slum rejected by the aliens for "District 9."

When the robot Greer gets destroyed and, I kid you not, crucified on a junkyard cross, the flesh-and-bone Greer must venture out into the surrogate-filled world himself.  Or, as Liza Minnelli warbled in "Cabaret," one of my favorite musicals, Greer must heed the call to no longer just sit there alone in his room.  Like it or not, he must "come to the cabaret," so to speak.  

Should you invest your money and join the party as well?  Sure, why not?  Just expect lots of violence, almost an equal amount of silly sci-fi and a plot that offers few surprises.

05/01/2009

The mutant chronicles

Silly, explosive and so far over the top a reality bottom is not even a possibility, "X-Men Origins: Wolverine" is a comic book fan boy ride hullabaloo.

Those who don't wait sleeplessly for the next comic book-to-big screen transition need to remember that the "Wolverine" prequel to the "X-Men" trio of films is, at least from this aisle seat, wildly entertaining in its specific niche.

The odd thing is that Gavin Hood is directing a spectacle pic that features Hugh Jackman roaring from the depths of his mutant soul and spouting lines like, "You wanted an animal. You got one!"

Hood, you see, is the South Africa-born filmmaker who sprang to fame by directing "Tsotsi," the Academy Award-winning Johannesburg street crime-drama of 2006.

I like the fact that Hood doesn't try to bring high-brow artistic credence to a comic-book flick. On the contrary, he embraces the fantasy genre. But by doing so, he injects depth of character to Wolverine's long journey from misunderstood teen mutant to a genetically enhanced ultimate killing machine with berserker rage and adamantium claws.

Wolverine is reborn -- or rather recreated "Frankenstein" style -- into sort of a rage-filled hulk with Edward's scissorhands.

The guy sitting next to me during the screening I attended couldn't contain himself at times. I had to giggle under my breath when he said, "Yeah, like that's going to happen" more than once.

That, my friends, is exactly the point. The appeal of the "X-Men" series, not to mention "Batman," "Spider-Man," "Iron Man," "Watchmen" and all the other comic book men filling our movie screens, is that they provide escapism fantasy entertainment.

"Wolverine" does it better than most, thanks to Jackman, who reprises his role in the odd beard sans mustache, director Hood and excellent actor Liev Schreiber. There's even a love interest (Lynn Collins as Kayla Silverfox) in this explosive yarn that begins in 1845 Canada and hops forward in time.

Schreiber, on screen recently in "Defiance" and "The Ten," portrays Wolverine's older brother Victor. They are bonded allies in pre-title scenes that show them fighting back-to-back in every war from the American Civil War to Viet Nam. Hood is obviously having a little fun with the necessary pre-story, so its quite all right to giggle through scenes that eventually find the brothers facing a firing squad ... and discussing plans for what they'll do after.

Victor, an indestructible feral creature with super-human strength like his brother, has a much deeper blood lust and no intention of embracing his human side. "Wolverine" eventually gets around to pitting brother against brother, but family squabbles give way to even bigger challenges.

Danny Huston is effective as Col. William Stryker, portrayed in "X2" as an older character by Brian Cox. Stryker, sort of a Dr. Frankenstein for mutants, is rounding up odd human-like creatures with superior powers with a devious plan in mind. He makes Wolverine into what he is in the later "X-Men" flicks, and it's a more interesting journey than you might think.

Hood does what most fantasy directors don't. He provides the over-the-top thrills without dragging things out. Technically, this is a spectacle flick truly deserving of the descriptive word. Oscar nominated director of photography Donald McAlpine ("Moulin Rouge!") brings out the character drama beautifully, even against a backdrop that eventually includes Hollywood's version of the nuke power plant complex at Three Mile Island.

"Wolverine" is what it is. That means a really good time for the fan boy comic book and fantasy film crowd and some snickers and doable off-the-hinge entertainment for the rest of us.