Director: Pierre
Morel | Starring:
Liam Neeson, Famke Janssen, Xander Berkeley
Released: 2008
| Runtime: 93m
| Rating (out of 5):
** |
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For a gigantic dude,
Liam Neeson seldom plays the heavy. And even when he does, he's got
a softness underneath that belies his rough-hewn exterior. I'm not
saying he's namby pamby (except for maybe in Satisfaction),
but there's something oddly human at the heart of everything he does.
The end scene of Schindler's
List is enough to cement him in the annals of acting lore for
eternity. I dare you--dare you--to not tear up when he takes that
Nazi pin from his lapel and goes into his mini-monologue.
This movie tried to exploit that hard/soft quality that he possesses
by making him the ex-CIA assassin with a heart. You can tell he has
a heart because he stares longingly at his estranged daughter's photo
to a cheesy music montage and shows up awkwardly to her birthday at
her stepfather's mansion with a karaoke machine because only he knows
she wants to be a singer when she grows up. Unlucky guy, though, as
the stepfather gets her--pause--a horse! We also find out that he
gave up his successful position as a CIA agent to be closer to the
daughter he never saw growing up because he was indeed a CIA agent.
So now we know the guy has a heart on for his daughter and is deep
down a good guy, but instead of relying on him to show this through
his acting, we are treated to terrible directorial choices and wonky
exposition to let us know this is the case. All this while placing
awkward diologue in his mouth and making Qui-Gon
Jinn into Droopy Dog. Why hire Neeson if what you really want
is Jason
Stratham?
So things come to pass and his daughter gets this opportunity to go
to Paris for a while to hang out. Dad, the ex-CIA agent, is nervous
about this and all the inherent dangers of sending a teenager to Paris
with one of her goofy friends. No sooner does she get there than,
voila, she's kidnapped! Wow, the movie would have really stunk if
that didn't happen. The coincidence couldn't be just that! It
must be something connected to the uber-wealthy stepfather or Neeson's
past association with the agency. But, no, it truly is just a coincidence.
And that's where any interest I had in this movie went in the proverbial
toilet.
So then we get exactly what we expect. He threatens the kidnappers,
goes to France, shoots and punches dudes, tortures and runs over guys
and even shoots and innocent woman in the arm just as an f.u. to a
French official he gets pissed at. All this is done quite awkwardly
and might as well have been a so-so episode of 24.
Although for some reason, Kiefer's
5'9" frame looks much better jumping and shooting than does the
conspicuous 6'4" lank of 57-year-old Neeson. The movie ends exactly
as you'd think it would (complete with a virgin auction and a shootout
on a boat), although after destroying half of France and shooting
said official's wife, Neeson seems to be able to fly out of Charles
de Gaulle and into LAX with absolutely no problem.
So ultimately the movie is by the numbers, Neeson's true talent is
wasted and his screaming and whispering is absurd. Also, he's no
Jason Bourne. So hope when you dial up this bad boy on Netflix
that it is indeed taken. [HBO On Demand]
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