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Sunday, December 3, 2023

The Equalizer 2 (2018)

Warning: spoilers for pretty damn obvious revelations ahead!

Robert McCall (Denzel Washington) is still going about his very particular kind of vigilante business, now spending time as a Lyft driver to observe humanity, and, this viewer can’t help but think, find either some people in trouble, or people he can sadistically punish for making trouble for others.

Helping out the elderly, breaking the bones of rapists and scaring a kid from the apartment house McCall owns straight doesn’t quite make for the needed action quota – these aren’t the 1970s anymore – so one of McCall’s few genuine friends, CIA analyst Susan Plummer (Melissa Leo) is murdered. The deed at first appears to be a break-in gone wrong, but McCall soon enough figures out there’s actually a mildly complex conspiracy involved.

Some people from McCall’s intelligence wet work past are channelling their violence in much worse ways then our vigilante does, and Susan stumbled onto their trail. If you’re surprised that McCall’s former best bud and partner (Pedro Pascal) is one of them, you’ve never seen an action movie or thriller in your life.

I really didn’t get along with the first Equalizer movie, a movie that seemingly doesn’t realize that its hero is more of sadistic serial killer than your typical movie vigilante (who are typically already sadistic and murderous enough), and finds him being cruel incredibly cool. Someone seems to have explained things to director Antoine Fuqua in the meantime, however, for the second Equalizer goes out of its way to emphasise McCall as someone who uses violence as a means of protection much more than one of punishment. There’s still a degree of sadism to the way he goes about things but not more of it than is to be expected from a contemporary action movie, and the film doesn’t seem quite so in love with this aspect of the character as the first one was.

Atypically for a big budget action film made in the last couple of decades, The Equalizer 2 leaves a lot of space for emotion and character development demonstrated through calm and curiously quotidian – at least for the kind of person McCall is – interactions between our protagonist and the various people he encounters, helps out, or brutalizes. This does the film and its main character a world of good, because it builds actual relationships between him and the world he inhabits, and so puts effort into selling the good he does as much as his badassery/violent temper. From time to time, the film does stray in the direction of the Very Special Episode here, but thanks to Washington and a fine supporting cast, it never quite gets there.

This looser structure and calmer pace also demonstrate a side of director Antoine Fuqua I didn’t expect – an ability to focus on the important parts of human interactions and a degree of patience and restraint his filmmaking usually lacks. I really didn’t think this particular director had much beyond “able to get along with Denzel Washington” to offer, but turns out that, given the right material, he can make a genuinely good movie.

Even once the action starts, Fuqua eschews his typical showiness in favour of mostly controlled set-pieces that don’t need overwrought editing or obfuscating camerawork and instead draw much of their power from an ability to put the audience beside the characters in what feel like actual physical places, which to me is still one of the important elements of an effective action sequence.

Sunday, January 31, 2021

Wonder Woman 1984 (2020)

For the sequel to a commercially (and even critically) successful superhero blockbuster, this is one strange movie. I, at least, would not have expected the film to not just take place in 1984 but actually emulate some of the tone and structure of late 70’s/early 80’s superhero films  (the few there were at the time).

It’s not exactly a tone I’m particularly fond of, and at first the film does feel somewhat awkward - also thanks to the seeming repetition of the only larger flaw of the first film, taking ages to actually get going (later more on that) – but Jenkins is actually going somewhere with the film’s somewhat peculiar tone between faux-naïf and fairy-tale (which does feel a lot like reading “golden age” comics, minus the bloodthirst of those venerable books of often dubious quality) on a thematic level. It is indeed difficult to imagine a big mainstream film renouncing this bluntly and heavily the values (ha!) of the 80s in the West that eventually brought us neoliberalism and a world of other hurt and doing it in any different tone. Pretending to be harmless and a bit goofy is still a useful disguise for a bit of subversion, apparently, even if one is about as subtle about it as a sledgehammer.

Once the film has hit its stride, and a viewer has adapted to the tone (if one doesn’t, one won’t have any joy with this one, I suspect) it actually becomes quite a lot of fun, with action scenes that share the rest of the film’s complete disinterest in pretending to be naturalistic and instead increasingly live in a space of their own imagination. There’s a cheesy and deeply romantic sense of wonder on display in some of the slower moments in between the blockbuster business, Jenkins milking the tone she has decided upon to wonderful effect, turning what to some critics seems to read as “overindulgent” or just plain silly cliché into pure charm driven by the kind of intelligence that doesn’t need to show off in my eyes.

The performances are broad and big in a manner perfectly appropriate to the surroundings, with Gadot still being pretty much a case of perfect casting, Chris Pine giving the impression of genuinely enjoying playing the second fiddle most other films would have their female leads be, and Pedro Pascal repeatedly hitting just the right spot where caricature and real person meet. The only of the main players I wasn’t particularly fond of was Kristen Wiig, but I suspect her ever mumbling, curiously apathetic acting style is simply so little to my taste, I couldn’t say if the performance is any good on a more objective level or not.

On the surface, the film’s plotting can feel rather messy – particularly in a film world where the scripting ideal seems to be of film as a relentless clockwork automaton – but that’s less an actual weakness (alright, the film really could have lost the prologue on Themyscira) than a sign of a film that’s really trying to do justice to quite a few ideas and needs to take some time to do so. And make no mistake, while the presentation here is often charmingly goofy, the script by Jenkins, Geoff Johns and Dave Callaham is neither goofy nor stupid – it’s just not afraid to express its bigger ideas through cheesy dialogue and broad tropes, losing the sort of over-earnest man-face that pushed something like The Joker (aka “ranting arsehole in front of bad versions of all of the director’s favourite Scorsese scenes”) into being a critical darling but winning my heart in the process. Also having a fucking heart itself, which is of course isn’t allowed in proper art.

WW84 is really quite the movie, certainly not an attempt to make the first movie again, but bigger, but the product of filmmakers genuinely exploring the space the superhero genre affords them. That this sort of thing does exist can only be good for what looks to still be the dominant genre of huge Hollywood movies for at least the next half decade to come.

Sunday, August 18, 2019

Prospect (2018)

In a ramshackle, lived-in kind of future. Damon (Jay Duplass) and his teenage daughter Cee (Sophie Thatcher) work as nomadic miners and prospectors. Apparently, the thing to exploit workers in the future is the return of an old trick: renting them their equipment – in this case a drop capsule that can make it from orbit to a planet or moon and back again and which turns out to be in a deplorable state – and controlling their way of travelling – said ship where they have basically rented a docking bay – clearly only leaving the miners just enough to live on and stay just desperate enough to be willing to take terrible risks. And even though the film isn’t explicitly saying it, you can bet the prospectors are paid only a fracture of what the things they are risking their lives for are worth.

Damon, popped up on pills and desperation, is hoping for the one score that’d make them rich. There’s really no time for proper preparation or planning on how to get to the particularly rich claim he has made a deal for – the toxic and heavily pollinated (nope, I don’t mean polluted) moon they have been working for a while is more or less mined out (goodbye, alien ecosystem), so the ship that’s carrying them and other people of their kind is just going to make one final orbit around the star system before it leaves, never to return. And clearly, it’s not going to wait if some freelancer or other doesn’t make it back on time.

Cee’s not happy at all with her father’s plan for one last drop in the time their carrier ship will take for that orbit, but then, there’s little love lost between the two anyway, thanks to the way of life Damon has landed them in, and his pretty obvious lack of care for his daughter and her basic safety. Her being a teenager hardly comes into the equation here, so certainly isn’t helping matters.

Not surprisingly, their capsule barely makes the landing and might not fly again. Even less surprisingly, Damon’s desperation and stupidity get the two into even deeper trouble, particularly once they meet those most terrible of creatures – other people (in particular a character played by Pedro Pascal). In the end, Cee will have to find some way to survive the troubles her father made for her, as well as the natural and human dangers of the moon.

Christopher Cadwell’s and Zeek Earl’s Prospect is one hell of a low budget indie SF movie, presenting the kind of working class – really working poor – future the more space operatic or the more out there films in the genre could not deliver for most of the genre’s history. And while I love an exciting space adventure with galaxy saving and so on, I’m always happy to encounter films that realize that it’s perfectly okay to tell a story about events that just threaten and change the private worlds of a handful of characters instead of the whole of existence.

That sort of thing is even better when it is as well realized as Prospect is, with worldbuilding that doesn’t need reams of exposition because the writers (also Cadwell and Earl) are willing and able to imply and suggest things about the world their film takes place in, letting the audience fill in the blanks about how things work. Obviously, this kind of approach lives and dies on the filmmakers providing not only the right amount of detail but also simply the right details to show. Prospect is pretty damn flawless in this regard, building a world out of a handful of lines of dialogue, a couple of special effects, and an awesome hand at using and creating just the right props to make the whole thing feel like it’s taking place in a world with its own history without needing to tell the audience this history or how the world works.

In part, the film does this by using elements of the US gold rush – and the audience’s knowledge about it – also giving the film a bit of a Western vibe in the process. It’s convincingly done, with the old school capitalist materialistic nastiness of the gold rush and its exploitation of the hopes and the lives of the poor for the gain of the few feeling like a probable and realistic way the exploitation of resources in outer space might go, if things down here don’t radically change. The Western vibe, for its part, is never overplayed, mostly working to place the film on the kind of frontier civilization hasn’t quite reached, all the better, cheaper, and nastier to exploit the resources at hand. None of which the film ever explicitly states, but suggests through characterization and detail.

The production design that also assumes a large part of the responsibility for the film’s quality is spot-on, making the objects the characters use at once logical and practical looking and clearly in their world so cheaply produced and often used they barely hold together. There’s a reason the only man-made thing in the whole film that looks as if it were made with an idea of beauty are the headphones Cee uses to shut out the world and listen to music, well, actually several reasons, because the film does tend to use its moving parts for more than one thing at the same time. The scenes on the moon are obviously shot in a forest on Earth, but with a bit of digital magic for the skies, a bit of pollen, and an eye for finding places in nature that look unearthly, the directors turn it into a convincing place somewhere else. Sure, it’s not the place of CGI dreams, but the more palpable feel of actual locations does add a layer of veracity instead of destroying an illusion.

Veracity is one of the film’s great virtues anyhow. This is one of those films where technology and the way people use it seem to make an innate sense, and even if the viewer doesn’t initially understand every step of what the characters do when they are mining, the film also gives the full impression that there is a reason for each of these steps the filmmakers have actually thought about. That sounds like a little thing, but does actually do wonders to convince a viewer of the reality of what is going on before them.

The character work is just as strong, again working from bases an audience will probably recognize but always going in the right directions from there without feeling the need to fill in all the blanks about the characters. We never quite do learn how much of a bastard Pedro Pascal’s Ezra is or isn’t (the film does something pleasantly ambiguous with his potential redemption arc), for example, or what Cee will feel about the fate of her father once she has gotten back to safety. We learn other things, though, like how Cee survives in her own head in a world that doesn’t give a damn about people like her.

Thatcher’s performance is strong throughout, really as good as anything you’d expect from an actress her age and with limited experience, not wallowing in the standards of teenage grumpiness even when her character is indeed a teenager and unhappy. She’s never putting it on too thick, every decision and emphasis seems just right. The rest of the cast is on the same level (and therefor much better than you’d expect from a film quite this indie), but then, this is a film that does manage to get people like Sheila Vand, Andre Royo and Jay Duplass for small but not unimportant parts, so it shouldn’t be a surprise.


If I do sound rather excited and positive about the film, that’s because Prospect is such a damn exciting and artistically successful movie, not the kind that will have many people dazzled – and more’s the pity – but one that quietly and calmly simply does everything right it sets out to do.