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Ah, the reliable pleasures of a new Jason Statham movie – has it really been ten years since the first Transporter? Although, I have to confess, I turned up for Taylor Hackford’s Parker with some trepidation, fearing that the great man might fall victim to the curse of The Expendables 2 – all the other recent films released by the stars of that movie have turned out to be at best deeply flawed and at worst utterly terrible. But it’s a Statham movie so I crossed my fingers and went along anyway.


In the past I have commented that Jason Statham tends to play more-or-less the same character in all his movies – the Jason Statham Character is a highly proficient loner, operating outside the law, ruthless when he has to be but also possessed of a strict moral code. You might think that playing a long-established character created by someone else, as he does here, might require Mr Statham to change his approach. But, as luck would have it, it turns out that that supercool supercriminal Parker, created by Richard Westlake in 1962 (and previously played onscreen – albeit under different names – by Lee Marvin, Robert Duvall, Mel Gibson and Anna Karina), is a highly proficient loner, operating outside the law, and so on. There’s a stroke of luck.

The movie opens very promisingly with a heist at the Ohio State Fair, at which Parker arrives disguised as a Catholic priest. Rather impressively, Jason Statham manages to be completely unconvincing in this deception even when all he’s done is walk across a car park, probably due to the dodgy wig he’s been issued with for the occasion. We soon see that Parker is a thoughtful and caring master criminal, as he takes the time to give words of comfort and reassurance to witnesses even as he’s tying them up at gunpoint.

However, the gang he has teamed up with for this job leave much to be desired, mucking up various minor details of the operation, and also trying to kill Parker and keep his share of the profits – their leader (Michael Chiklis) reveals there is another robbery in prospect for which they need this as capital. However, being hurled from a speeding car and repeatedly shot at close range is not enough to finish off Jason Statham, or indeed Parker, and soon he is back on his feet and in pursuit of his former partners, intent on taking revenge and stealing the proceeds of their next operation…

Well, as you can probably tell, some of the special delights of a Jason Statham vehicle are here to be fully savoured, especially as Parker is clearly intended to be some kind of Master of Disguise. This gives Mr Statham a chance to display his mastery of accent, i.e., the same one he always uses when not playing someone specifically from London. There’s a jaw-dropping moment when he turns up pretending to be an oil millionaire, resplendent in cowboy hat and boots, and it becomes clear he’s actually going to take a running jump at a Texan accent. Possibly the most credulity-straining thing in this fairly improbable movie is that his foil (Jennifer Lopez) is completely taken in by this. I was also surprised a bit later on when he drops this persona and she comments on the English accent he arguably doesn’t have.

That said, J-Lo and J-Stat make a fairly appealing pair of leads, even if the plot requires that there’s no opportunity for who-ho-ho between them – the script still manages to squeeze in an only mostly leering sequence in which Parker requires her to strip to her undies in front of him. It is possibly slightly curious how infrequently Statham gets the girl in the course of one of his films – outside the Transporter series, at least, and in one of those he was supposedly gay – either he seems largely disinterested, or there’s some pre-existing wife/girlfriend/prostitute hanging around the fringes of the plot.

J-Lo herself is rather good, and the film briefly manages to suggest what it would actually be like for a normal person to have someone as strange and dangerous as Parker crash into their life. Unfortunately, the structure of the film means that she doesn’t arrive onscreen until the second act – one of the criticisms I’d make of Parker is that the set-up does take too long; the first act could usefully shed at least ten minutes, which might have given the two stars more parity in terms of their presence in the film.

Apart from that, I thought this was a fairly solid crime thriller, with some moments of genuine tension and unusually bloody violence. Mr Statham’s set-piece fight is as brutal as anything he’s done in the past, and a couple of times he gets as badly messed up as he’s ever been. Emerging from the cinema I heard one of my fellow viewers saying ‘I can’t believe that was only a 15’, which I almost agreed with, although the same couldn’t be said for the wail of ‘I’ve got to stop coming to these ****ty movies with you’ I later heard in the restroom. It’s a Jason Statham thriller! What were people expecting?

Well, maybe they do actually have a point… I mean, I enjoyed Parker on a number of levels, but you could chop it to bits along with Safe, The Mechanic, and so on, splice them all together and not really notice the join. Most of Mr Statham’s recent films are starting to blur together in terms of their tone and style. I know he makes a virtue of knowing his audience and his limitations as a performer, but it’d be nice to see him show just a little more ambition in terms of future projects – either do something completely off the wall and unexpected, or take a chance on appearing in a supporting role in a really big movie (and not just a cameo, as in the upcoming Fast and Furious 6). Then again, I wouldn’t be completely dismayed if he just continued knocking out two or three films like this every year, as – for some of us – even a routine Statham is something fairly special.

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Step back in time with me, back, back, beyond the borders of the familiar world we know and understand, back to a strange new realm of different priorities and peculiar truths. Let the comforting certainties of the 2010s tumble away as we are whisked back to a place and a time undreamed of. I cannot guarantee your safety, but the wonders you will see will be their own reward.

Well, probably not, as we’re only going back to 2007, the year which gave the world the third Pirates of the Caribbean film (gee, thanks) and the first Transformers (you know, you really honestly shouldn’t have bothered). So far, so exactly the same, you may be thinking – and up to a point you may be right. Nevertheless, as inhabitants of a world which has grown accustomed to Marvel superhero movies crossing over with each other and making $1.2 billion in record time, this is in some ways an odd year for us.

Marvel Studios is, as yet, still only an untried name without a single blockbuster hit to its credit. Marvel comics characters are still being leased out to other studios, such as the makers of the X-Men and Spider-Man series. Both of these have had critical wobbles recently. This is as nothing, however, to the mauling doled out to Tim Story’s Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer, a further movie based on the seminal comic, starring… hang on, isn’t that the guy out of The Avengers?


Yes, it’s time for another round of Is It Really As Bad As All That? Let us examine the case for the prosecution: a quick sampling of internet opinion reveals Rise of the Silver Surfer to be ‘an awful, tedious drudge’, a ‘tedious, incoherent bore’, ‘relentlessly dull’, ‘existentially and aesthetically unnecessary’, a ‘plotless, brainless, witless bore’, and ‘drearier than corn dying in the Iowa sun’. Yowser. (Even so, many people, even while sticking it to this movie, cheerfully acknowledged it was much better than the original film).

Hmmm. As the movie opens, our elementally-powered quartet (Ioan Gruffudd, Jessica Alba, Chris Evans and Michael Chiklis) are getting on with their lives as celebrity superheroes. Top of the current agenda is Reed and Sue’s impeding wedding, plans for which keep getting disrupted by international crises, invasions from the Negative Zone, paparazzi, etc, etc. However, an equally serious problem appears with the arrival on Earth of a mysterious blob of space energy, which criss-crosses the globe causing all sorts of strange CGI effects shots. The space energy also wakes up the dormant Doctor Doom (Julian McMahon) in his Latverian castle, no doubt causing a ripple of apprehension on the audience’s part: not because he’s a terrifying villain, but because the handling of the character was so fundamentally botched in the first movie.

The US Army insists that Mr Fantastic do his bit in tracking the intruder from space, though juggling this with the wedding arrangements is a challenge even for a man with rubber fingers. Nevertheless, both projects proceed apace and come to fruition at the same moment. It’s just the rottenest of luck that the space blob objects to being tracked and crashes the wedding to fry Reed’s  gear, transforming into a silver dude on a surfboard in the process (the reasons for this are never really dwelt upon, but as Jack Kirby’s reasoning behind the character’s look basically boiled down to ‘I’m bored of drawing spaceships’, you can kind of understand why).

It eventually transpires that the Silver Surfer (Doug Jones and Laurence Fishburne) is the advance scout for a world-devouring alien superbeing, Galactus, who is already en route to Earth. The Four have to persuade the Surfer to help them repel this threat, always assuming they can put to one side Reed and Sue’s romantic issues. And a problem the Torch has picked up where he keeps swapping powers with the others. Oh, and Doctor Doom quite fancies getting his gauntleted hands on the Surfer’s power, too…

Now, I quite liked the 2005 movie about these characters. While it made a right royal mess of one of comics’ greatest heavies by completely reimagining Doom’s background and powers, it was pacy, looked good, and got at least half of the feel of the Fantastic Four comics pretty much bang-on. By this I mean that the book itself gains much of its flavour and entertainment value from the sparks generated when a tongue-in-cheek family sitcom rubs up against grandiose cosmic spectacle and psychedelic weirdness. The first film got the sitcom right but fluffed the spectacle.

If there’s a real problem with Rise of the Silver Surfer, it’s that this time the situation is reversed. In this film the globe-trotting adventure is well-mounted, with some really effective sequences – the Torch’s aerial pursuit of the Surfer through New York City being just about precisely what you’d want to see in a Fantastic Four movie – but the character interaction and comedy is, for the most part, completely inert when it isn’t actually slightly painful to watch. An authentic Fantastic Four movie would be much sharper, more intelligent, and – crucially – much funnier than this one ever manages to be. Family-friendly it may be, but it’s the enemy of your grey cells.

That said, it’s not actually as boring as its critics seem to think – the story rattles along pacily enough courtesy of the multi-stranded plot and does its best to tick as many demographic boxes as it can – knockabout action for the kids, so-so jokes for the adults, comics in-jokes for the fanboys and some tasteful T&A from Jessica Alba for the benefit of internet film bloggers. It just never quite convinces as a serious movie, mainly because of the jokey tone of the opening. At one point there’s a sequence about the US Army torturing the captive Surfer for information, which in a darker film might have been quite effective – but here, it just seems incongruous and a real misjudgement.

I suppose Julian McMahon was already under contract as Doom, so they had to put him in the movie, and you can see the logic behind having a go at adapting the classic story from issues #57-60 where Doom usurps the Surfer’s Power Cosmic, but once again the good Doctor is one of the weak points of the film. Neither script nor performance ever really come close to doing Doctor Doom justice, although – once again – the final tussle between him and a rather Super-Skrull-esque Human Torch ticks all the right boxes in terms of property damage and digital virtuosity.

But then that really feels like this movie all over – the production values are excellent, the story (just about) hangs together, and the actors playing the title roles have nothing to be ashamed of. (Nevertheless, the toxic wake of this film seems to have effectively destroyed Ioan Gruffudd’s career as a leading man in major movies.) It’s just that the characters seem to have no depth and interact with each other in the most mechanical way, which is bad news for drama, but absolutely grim tidings for anything with ambitions to be light and/or amusing. The main problem with Rise of the Silver Surfer is not that it doesn’t work as a superhero movie, but that it fails as a comedy and a drama.

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From the Hootoo archive. Originally published August 4th 2005:

It’s getting so that summer at the movies isn’t summer at the movies without a movie with Stan Lee’s name on it having a massive day-and-date release. With the exception of 2001, every year so far this century has seen Stan The Man and his numerous fictitious progeny enjoying extended stays near the top of the cinema charts. We’ve had the X-Men, the Hulk, and Spider-Man (plus considerably less successful out-of-season appearances by Daredevil, Elektra, and the Punisher), but now Lee’s first and arguably most important creations get their moment in the spotlight – yes, ladies and gentlemen, it’s the Fantastic Four, in a film by Tim Storey.

The film opens with the world’s most brilliant scientist Reed Richards (Yowain Griffiths1) and his sidekick Ben Grimm (Michael Chiklis) trying to get funding for his latest space mission. As NASA are understandably preoccupied with another attempt at inventing a double-sided sticky tape that works on thermal tiles, they are forced to seek help from billionaire tycoon Victor von Doom (Julian McMahon). Yes, Reed may be a scientific genius but he still can’t recognise someone who might as well have ‘destined to become a supervillain’ stencilled across his forehead. Anyway, Reed, Ben and Doom pop up to the latter’s private space station in the company of Reed’s ex-girlfriend Sue Storm (Jessica Alba) and her slightly annoying younger brother Johnny (Chris Evans – no, not that one, another one).

Before you can say ‘this is one superhero origin story that hasn’t aged especially well’ the station gets hit by a cloud of cosmic energy and all the inhabitants duly find themselves Fantasticised on their return to Earth. Ben is permanently transformed into a colossally strong being of living rock! Johnny can set fire to himself (this is more use than it sounds)! Sue can turn invisible and project invisible energy fields! And Reed can go a bit stretchy. Three out of four ain’t bad, I suppose. Of course, Doom also finds himself a changed man, although unfortunately the evil megalomaniac component of his personality is wholly unaltered…

A film of the FF has been a long time coming for the simple reason that until quite recently it would have impossibly expensive to do – back in the 60s, even a cartoon of the Four needed the Human Torch removing in order for it not to be impossible expensive to do! Now, of course, technology has caught up, and CGI is able to bring Mr Fantastic’s elasticated limbs and the Torch’s fiery sheath to the screen in fine style. Interestingly, the film opts not to create the Thing digitally, but rather through the old-fashioned method of putting Michael Chiklis inside what must have been a gruelling prosthetic make-up job. The result is not entirely authentic – Chiklis just isn’t big or rocky enough to pass for the classic comics Thing – but it does allow Chiklis to give a genuine, and actually rather affecting performance. Just as well, because this is a film built around performances rather than big set pieces.

What may surprise people used to the rather dour tone most comic book adaptations have adopted since Tim Burton’s first Batman is how light and breezy most of this movie is. With the exception of Ben, whose life is understandably messed up by his new circumstances, the Four have a rather jolly time, not bothering with tedious things like secret identities and spending most of their time in their spacious skyscraper HQ amiably squabbling. The film’s faithfulness to the source material is, up to a point, impressive and successful. This is a genuinely funny character-based film that touches most of the bases Lee and Jack Kirby covered in the comic – the characterisations of the Four are pretty much spot on, even down to Reed and Sue’s romance being a bit passionless and unconvincing.

However, the greatness of the classic Fantastic Four books came from the way they mixed wise-cracking sitcom characterisations (Lee’s forte, one suspects) with mind-boggling kitsch cosmic grandeur (Kirby’s stock in trade). Storey’s film has the former in spades but virtually none of the latter (it’ll be interesting to see how the planned sequel handles Galactus’ assault on Earth). This really leads to the film’s only weak link, namely its presentation of Doctor Doom. Bereft of his original origin (oh, good grief), powers, background, and (for most of the film) appearance, this is a very poor showing for a character who deserved much better (the comics Doom was a horribly maimed scientist-sorcerer, traumatised by the death of his mother, who chose to encase himself in armour and embark on a ruthless quest for power – it’s a miracle George Lucas didn’t get sued by Marvel). As it is Doom comes across as a poor amalgam of Magneto and the Green Goblin, who appears to go bad simply so the Fantastic Four can fight someone in the last reel.

But anyway, this is very solid stuff, at least as good as the first X-Men movie. Thoroughly enjoyable and a nice change of pace from most of the summer’s other movies, this isn’t quite the absolute delight it could have been, but it’s still well worth a look for comics fans and normal people alike.

(Another one for the ‘over-generously reviewed’  file, no doubt…)

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