Showing posts with label Kellan Lutz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kellan Lutz. Show all posts

Saturday, August 16, 2014

The Expendables 3

The Expendables 3 - Dir. Patrick Hughes (2014)


Menahem Golan passed away on August 8th at the age of 85. Most of you might not know his name, but you definitely know his work. Golan directed The Delta Force with Chuck Norris and Over the Top with Sylvester Stallone. Golan was better known as a prolific producer who took over Cannon Films in 1979 with his cousin Yoram Globus. Together, they churned out  movies like Missing in Action, Death Wish II through Death Wish 4, American Ninja, Masters of the Universe, and Superman IV: The Quest for Peace. Sure, they weren't classics, but their output became synonymous with the 80's action era.

Stallone has found a way to keep that genre on life support with The Expendables series. Each film sees Stallone assemble an all-star cast of action heroes for two hours of explosions, mayhem, and bloodshed. These movies are heavy on testosterone, but the scripts are light on plot, characterization, and wit. Still, the franchise has kept afloat as we now get set for The Expendables 3.

Barney Ross (Stallone) and his team of Lee Christmas (Jason Statham), Hale Caesar (Terry Crews), Gunner Jensen (Dolph Lundgren), and Toll Road (Randy Couture) are dropped into some anonymous Eastern European country. In a wild opener, the team rescues Doctor Death (Wesley Snipes), a founding member of the Expendables who has been imprisoned for years after a failed assassination attempt. Doc proceeds to hijack a transport train and crash it into the prison, likely killing hundreds of guards and inmates, just to get revenge on the sadistic warden. There's no rest for the wicked as Ross and company are tasked with taking out a notorious arms dealer, who is revealed to be Conrad Stonebanks (Mel Gibson), another founding member. Stonebanks was seemingly killed by Ross after turning to the dark side.

The Expendables barely escape with Hale Caesar suffering life threatening injuries. Not wanting to see anymore of his comrades dead, Ross puts together an all-new team with of fresh faces. Meet Smilee (Kellan Lutz), Mars (Victor Ortiz), Thorn (Glen Powell), and Luna (Ronda Rousey).

The Expendables has largely traded on nostalgia. In particular, the sequel featured the novelty of Jean-Claude Van Damme as a Euro-trash villain and the trifecta of Bruce Willis, Arnold Schwarzenegger, and Stallone sharing the screen and mowing down wave after wave of faceless henchmen. Sadly, Expendables 3 seems to have forgotten about the elements that make the whole endeavor work. Yes, Stallone has added several notable names to the roster, but they aren't expected stars like Steven Seagal or Jackie Chan. Wesley Snipes makes his return to the screen and he's clearly enjoying the opportunity. There's a meta-moment when Snipes jokes that he was serving time for tax evasion. He's got great charisma as does Antonio Banderas as the loquacious Galgo, who is overly eager to join up with the Expendables.

When Willis split over a disagreement in pay, Harrison Ford stepped in as the new CIA handler Max Drummer. Ford is at crotchety level 11, growling and snarling every piece of dialogue. However, he's still Harrison Ford and the best one-liners they can come up with is, "That's gotta hurt." Chalk that up to a screenplay by Stallone and the team of Creighton Rothenberger & Katrin Benedikt, who also penned Olympus Has Fallen. Mel Gibson finds himself in the same boat. He chews the scenery whenever he gets the chance as the villain, who's not as cartoonish as Luther Voz in Machete Kills.

One nice surprise is Kelsey Grammer, an actor not exactly known for action roles. But, it's been the summer of Frasier with Grammer also appearing in X-Men: Days of Future Past and Transformers: Age of Extinction. Grammer plays Bonaparte, a facilitator that assists Ross in recruiting young blood.

Therein lays the primary problem with The Expendables 3. People came to see the big stars, not a bunch of newbies. Expendables: The Next Generation barely has the chance to develop any sort of personality other than one is a tech expert and one is a woman. Speaking of which, UFC's Ronda Rousey is a welcome change for this overwhelming sausage party, but she gives wooden line readings for the few bits of dialogue she's given. Stick with punching dudes in the face. Kellan Lutz plays a down-and-out soldier with an anti-authority issue, which never gets brought up again. The whole idea of bringing them in makes no sense. Barney Ross doesn't want his friends to die, but has no problem getting people he just met killed? And the more time we spend with them, the less we do with actors that are actually interesting.

After the slam-bang prologue, the movie lulls into a slumber as it introduces the new characters and puts them into danger so the old guard can come to their rescue. At over 2 hours long, the third installment is the lengthiest off the trilogy and there was just no need for those additional twenty minutes. The movie doesn’t pick up until the third act when Expendables of all ages join forces to battle Stonebanks and the entire army of a fictional Slavic country. Since this is PG-13, limbs aren't chopped off and human bodies aren't blown to bits. Just because Expendables 3 isn't R-rated, doesn't meant the body count has lessened. Hundreds of soldiers are gunned down, blown up by grenades, or impaled by throwing knives. Almost everyone gets their own moment to shine, from Rousey using MMA moves to snap limbs to Lutz pulling a Steve McQueen by jumping a motorcycle. Ford busts out his piloting skills by flying a chopper into the combat zone with Arnold and Jet Li riding shotgun. By the way, Jet Li pops up for about five minutes and all he does is fire a machine gun, despite being one of the greatest martial arts stars in movie history. And while Arnold doesn't bust out another "I'll be back," he does reprise his famous line from Predator, "Get to da choppa!"

Stallone and Schwarzenegger share a quiet scene in which the two contemplate retiring from the gun-for-hire business. You could also take it as commentary on their acting careers. Neither man has lit up the box office the way they did back in the 80's. They aren't slow down either with Stallone set for Rambo V and Arnold working on Terminator: Genesys and Legend of Conan. They might not be ready to hang up their combat boots, but maybe it's time to put The Expendables out to pasture if this is the best they can do.


Rating: * ½ (*****)

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Immortals

Immortals - Dir. Tarsem Singh (2011)


"Today, we are offered something we would never have. Today, we fight for honor!"

Tarsem Singh's films may be a narrative mess, but they pack a visual wallop. Singh melds his unique style to the legends of Greek mythology for Immortals. He cites influences as varied as Caravaggio and Baz Luhrmann though most movie-goers will see it as 300 meets Clash of the Titans.

The evil King Hyperion (Mickey Rourke) seeks vengeance against the gods for ignoring his prayers and allowing his family to die. His armies lay waste to all of Greece in search of the Epirus Bow, a weapon of mass destruction that has the power to free the Titans imprisoned under Mount Tartarus. The only mortal who can stop them is Theseus (Henry Cavill), the son of a peasant woman murdered by King Hyperion. Theseus escapes and finds allies with fellow slave Stavros (Stephen Dorff) and the virgin oracle Phaedra (Freida Pinto).

Immortals is a feast for the eyes if you find its brown, earthy tones to be appetizing. There's a definite Zack Snyder feel with action sequences punctuated by slow motion. At times, the film is grimy and grisly, particularly a fight scene between Theseus and the Minotaur (played by former pro wrestler Robert Maillet aka Kurrgan), re-imagined as a massive soldier wearing a helmet shaped like a bull's head. At other times, it's downright garish, particularly when it comes to the realm of the gods. Working under the assumption that omnipotent beings wouldn't want to look like old bearded guys, the Greek pantheon are portrayed as vain Calvin Klein models. Each one is dressed as a golden gladiator on their way to the discotheque. Casting towards youth means you lack the gravitas possessed by veteran actors such as Sir Laurence Olivier or Liam Neeson. Luke Evans (who appeared briefly in Clash as Apollo) is solid as Zeus, but the others (Isabel Lucas as Athena, Kellan Lutz as Poseidon) don't do much, except stand around and look pretty.

Zeus has decreed the gods shall not directly intervene with the affairs of the mortals. In the end, that's exactly what they do, providing a deus ex machina for the climactic battle against the Titans. The Titans themselves hardly live up to the moniker. They're more like zombies with really ashy skin and finned helmets.

This is Henry Cavill's first leading role in a major blockbuster. He has the good looks and the size to be an action hero, but we may have to wait until Man of Steel to get a better feel for his skills as a thespian. Mickey Rourke makes the one-dimensional villain entertaining simply by being Mickey Rourke. Of all the characters, Hyperion has the most ludicrous costume, horned headgear as if he were the kid from Where the Wild Things Are fully grown and in a permanent roid rage.

Immortals should only be enjoyed as a campy throwback to the sword and sandals pictures that dotted the B-movie landscape of 1960's Italy.

Rating: * ½ (*****)