Guardians of the Galaxy Review

The best thing about James Gunn’s “Guardians of the Galaxy”—the latest Marvel universe picture—is that it introduces a new universe and a new set of characters. And even though it’s inevitable that there will be a “Guardians/Avengers” crossover in the near future, this first installment remains an isolated affair. There are no cameos from other superheroes and there aren’t even any mentions of Tony Stark or Bruce Banner in passing. If you’re like me then this will be a relief. I know I can’t be the only one who’s tired of all the interconnectivity of the Marvel movies (for the sake of this review, I’m only talking about Marvel Avenger movies, not Spiderman or X Men).

There’s nothing inherently wrong with trying to bring together multiple superheroes but Marvel has treated the whole affair as a big budget television show rather than a movie franchise.  Most of the “movies” serve the sole purpose of teasing the next episode. I’d argue that we didn’t really get a complete movie until Joss Whedon’s “The Avengers” in 2012. And now, with “Avengers 2” on the horizon and Marvel into Phase 2 (with movies like “Thor: The Dark World,” “Iron Man 3” and “Captain America: The Winter Solider”) we’re back to where we were. Each new movie just another episode. There are good things to be found in some of these episodes. “Iron Man 3” and “Captain America” are competently made movies but there’s just nothing that memorable about them. They follow the same watered down superhero template; there aren’t any major surprises because Marvel has everything planned out until far in advance.  

 Anyway, getting back to the movie at hand. I hope Marvel explores the universe set up in “Guardians” as an isolated incident more in the future as opposed to quickly mating with The Avengers’ universe. Gunn’s movie feels more like “Star Wars” than a previous Marvel flick. It takes place in a galaxy far far away (presumably) and the viewer is plopped down right into the middle of an intergalactic struggle between the Nova Corps and the evil Cree forces (essentially, the Rebel Forces vs. The Empire). From there we’re exposed to an array of colorful alien characters from a variety of different worlds, with goofy names and elaborate costumes. And of course, there are the Guardians themselves, the intergalactic misfits and outcasts that have to put aside their differences and fight the empire.

First up the leader and sole human member Peter Quill aka Starlord, (Chris Pratt) a laid back outlaw who’s a cross between Andy Dwyer and Han Solo… though he’s basically Luke Skywalker. Next, there’s Gamora (Zoe Saldana), a green skinned alien orphan who’s the adopted daughter of the main baddie Thanos. Then there’s Rocket Raccoon (voiced by Bradley Cooper), a loud-mouthed mutant raccoon that doesn’t take crap from no one. He’s like Han Solo if, instead of being frozen in Carbonite, Darth Vader had spliced his DNA with a raccoon’s. Then there’s Rocket’s trusty sidekick Groot, (voiced by Vin Diesel) a mutant tree whose arch nemesis sadly isn’t an intergalactic lumberjack. To bring it back to “Star Wars”, he’s a less intelligent and less compelling Chewbacca. He’s a tree that can only say his name. The only “Star Wars” characters not here are the droids C-3PO and R2-D2; in their place is… Drax The Destroyer (WWE wrestler Dave Bautista) who’s essentially Dave Bautista painted blue, talking in pidgin English.

Speaking of weirdness—did you not just read the previous paragraph? --“Guardians of the Galaxy” is probably the weirdest Marvel superhero movie to date. I mean we’re talking about a team of heroes that consists of a talking raccoon and a talking tree. That makes a character like Thor look like Agent Colson. And that’s not even all of the weirdness. For example, there’s also a blue skinned alien bounty hunter played by Merle Dixon from “The Walking Dead” that has a flying arrow weapon thing he can control by whistling. As ridiculous as all of this may sound, it works heavily in ”Guardians” favor. I was never bored during the entire movie. The sheer bizarreness of the world and the characters kept my attention for the full two hours. This is something I can’t say about the other recent Marvel Avenger movies (“Thor 2,” “Captain America 2,” I’m looking at you).

Granted, it can get messy and convoluted. Unlike “The Avengers” we weren’t separately introduced to the Guardians and instead of easing us into this new strange universe Gunn just sort of pushes us into the lake. It’s messy and a little disorienting, but at least it’s watchable. At least it strives to shake things up. To get away from “Star Wars,” it was like watching Andrew Stanton’s underrated “John Carter” in 2012.

I haven’t talked much about the plot and that’s because it’s the worst, most forgettable part of the movie. The central conflict involves getting a special orb that contains a special stone that can either save or destroy the universe. It’s always about getting some kind of object; even in “The Avengers” everyone was after a special staff. Aren’t there any other conflicts or MacGuffins out there? This would be more tolerable if the central character interaction was better but The Guardians, as nutty as they may be, don’t have the same chemistry down that the Avenger’s had and since we’re being introduced to them for the first time their development throughout the picture remains fairly weak.

Part of this might also have to do with the acting, which ranges from forgettable to hammy to flat out terrible. Not surprisingly, the WWE wrestler gives the worst performance but even seasoned actors like John C Reilly or Glenn Close in minor roles--done up in goofy costumes and makeup--turn in really hammy performances, while talented actress Zoe Saldana is nearly forgettable as Gamora. Pratt is the only one that stands out and even he tends to overact most of the time. In fact it’s safe to say his character in “Guardians” is just as animated as his character was in the animated Lego movie from earlier this year. He’s fun to watch, especially if you like him on “Parks and Recreation” but he doesn’t quite feel like a superhero franchise lead. At least not yet.

Tonally the movie is extremely silly. Which is saying something considering the general tone in Marvel is already pretty silly. “Guardians” feels like a PG comedy, which is also saying something since the movie’s actual rating is PG-13. There’s a moment where Peter literally dances to eighties music-- F.Y.I., the movie has lot of eighties pop and rock music, from the likes of David Bowie and The Runaways—to distract the main bad guy. I laughed a few times but most of the humor felt directed at people younger than me. Nothing necessarily wrong with that except as an adult I couldn’t get as emotionally invested in the characters and their plight, as a seven or ten year old might. There’s not much weight behind what happens. As silly as it is, I don’t think James Gunn wants the viewer to take it entirely as a comedic work and yet the comedy overpowers all of the attempts at serious emotion. A side story involving Peter’s mom (who died of cancer when he was kid) fails to make any kind of an impression.

Overall, I think “Guardians Of the Galaxy” works well on a macro level but not so much on a micro level. I liked that Gunn throws us into a brand new universe with its own mythology without reference to other superheroes. Narratively however, the movie’s underwhelming but I think that in future installments—assuming The Guardians stay in their own universe—if the world is further explored, the characters are better developed and the kiddie humor is toned down slightly there could be another great or near great Marvel movie (after “The Avengers”).

 Even though I’ve lost interest in most of the Marvel cinematic universe I remain cautiously interested in what The Guardians might do next.

C+

Hercules (2014) Review

In “Hercules,” director Brett Ratner really wants you to know that it’s about Hercules. And he keeps letting you know that all throughout. In fact the movie is ninety-eight minutes of people being blown away by Hercules.

Is that Hercules?

Oh my god, that’s Hercules!

Hooray for Hercules!

You can’t stop the mighty Hercules!

I AM HERCULES!

Hercules, Hercules, Hercules!

In all seriousness though, “Hercules” is an awful, utterly pointless retelling of the Greek legend and what’s most frustrating about it is that it thinks it’s doing something different. In this new version, you see, Ratner and his crew want to tell us the “real” story of Hercules. Hercules isn’t the son of Zeus; he didn’t fight a super strong lion or a three-headed dragon. He’s not immortal. So then who is he? He’s a common mercenary with a set of really good publicists. He’s mortal. And through storytelling and much much exaggeration he’s been boosted to legend status.

The problem is, when you eliminate the mythology part of Hercules’ character and don’t add any ‘human’ depth to him you’re left with just another “mercenary with a sword” (well in Hercules’ case, a wooden club. Along with his regular non mythological lion hide he looks more like Homo Habilis) that has nothing going for him other than he’s like a good guy and stuff. Ratner eliminates the only compelling and unique qualities the character has. On top of that, Hercules doesn’t need to be a demigod for us to know that he will inevitably kick ass. It’s Hercules! Of course he will destroy everyone that challenges him. So there’s no point in trying to normalize him. It’s similar to what happened when Ridley Scott thought it would be a good idea to show us what Robin was like before the Hood in “Robin Hood” (2010) and ended up making another Sandals and Swords feature in which Russell Crowe played another generic warrior with dirt on his face.

In a not so surprising move, Ratner has cast Dwayne Johnson (with bigger juicer biceps than normal) as the titular demigod—er, I mean, the totally normal every-warrior. It’s perfect casting, therefore bad casting. If you’re going to do a retelling of Hercules than you probably shouldn’t cast the jacked up ex wrestler/human action figure in the lead role. As usual, Johnson doesn’t act as much as just stand there and look tough…and hit men with a club. So basically we’ve got a non actor playing a hollow protagonist. But hey, he has big bulging muscles. And he’s tan. That’s something, right?

As far as the rest of the movie is concerned there’s not much to say. The plot is as generic and unpredictable as it could possibly be. Another good way to retell a story. Friends are made, enemies are made. Enemies become friends, friends become enemies and battles are fought. You better belive battles are fought, in fact there are two big tedious battles back to back to close out the movie. Along with three pre battle speeches delivered by the man himself.

There aren’t any Dragons or Centaurs, however the movie could of used some to liven things up. In addition the picture is populated by supporting characters as bland and one note as Hercules himself, including his merry band of mercenary friends who just think he’s the best guy ever. And finally there’s CGI that goes from mediocre to straight up horrendous looking (a wall of fire that blazes during the final battle and somehow engulfs a stone temple).

Perhaps the most surprising thing about “Hercules” is that it’s not the worst Hercules movie to come out this year. Renny Harlin’s “The Legend of Hercules” barely gets that award, only because Ratner’s “Hercules” manages to poke some fun at itself and show self awareness at times (although for some reason near the end it decides to get serious and collapses into unintentional stupidity), whereas Harlin’s decided to take itself completely serious and the CGI is even worse.

Sadly, that’s the only praise I can give Ratner’s picture.

Boy, it’s been a rough year for the muscly super Greek hasn’t it?

D-

Lucy Review

    Scar Jo's entire performance summed up in one screen cap.

Luc Besson’s mildly entertaining “Lucy” is part B action movie and part high concept science fiction about the potential of the human brain. It stars the sexy doe eyed Scarlett Johansson as the titular character Lucy, a young naïve American in China who gets caught up in some shady underworld dealings.

Without boring you with too much plot detail Lucy gets selected as a drug mule for a new drug (a synthetic version of the drug CPH4 which allows someone to use more than ten percent of their brain) and through certain circumstances a large dose of it gets into her body and before long she’s able to harness up to one hundred percent of her cranium. Johansson—who’s been on a roll acting-wise of late, in films like “Under the Skin” and “Her”—gives a perfectly fine performance, though nothing spectacular.

It ranges from huffy and panicky (at the beginning) to robotic and wide-eyed. Seriously, Johansson does a lot of intense staring, you know, because she’s super smart and focused all the time. She does have moments of greatness, like the moments when she’s trying to cope with her newfound abilities and understand them, while slowly losing her humanness.

And this is where “Lucy” is most intriguing. The screenplay by Besson addresses some extremely interesting themes and concepts related to brainpower and human biology. Basically the main theory he puts forth is—delivered by Morgan Freeman as a brain scientist in the form of a Parisian university lecture—that in our current state as humans, we create obstacles for ourselves, obstacles in the form of fear, pain, anxiety, etc. (pretty much all human emotions and qualities) thereby limiting ourselves and our full potential. Being exposed to this drug has caused Lucy to eliminate those obstacles, which is great on the one hand but on the other she loses her humanness. She can’t feel pain or fear, hence Johansson’s robotic performance. It’s a fascinating concept and the greater concept of using more than ten percent of your brain (and the multiple ways it can be explored on screen) is even more fascinating and I can’t help but feel in the hands of a different director (someone like Christopher Nolan) a great sci fi movie could be made. Would it be a good thing for humanity to use one hundred percent of the brain? Would human life and interaction, as we know it cease to exist?

 All of these questions and more are endlessly fascinating. Unfortunately, as interesting as “Lucy” may be, Besson doesn’t really try to answer them in a very compelling way and instead decides to wrap the picture in a derivative B-movie blanket that smothers the picture’s potential to be truly memorable. Lucy essentially turns into another super gal; you can bet that she acquires fist-fighting skills and eventually gets so smart that she can control other humans and matter with her mind. And of course, since this is about an illegal drug, there are a of generic Chinese gangsters and a forgettable French police officer that aids her. Besson’s movie is a peculiar amalgamation of genres; there’s some “Jason Bourne” in there, along with “The Matrix” and a dash of “ The Tree of Life.” That Terrence Malick art film? Yep, that’s the one.

Not that there aren’t any mild B-movie pleasures to still be found. At eighty-nine minutes “Lucy” doesn’t wear out its welcome and Besson keeps the picture moving at a fast pace. Not only that, Besson has some fun with it, the overall tone switching from intense drama/action to sheer goofiness. The way Lucy casually and apathetically kills people or reads and comprehends hundreds of hours of research and data in a matter of seconds, for example. Consequently, this does prevent the audience from really caring about any of the characters but it also makes the movie fun in a pulpy action movie kind of way. As it is, had the film taken itself completely serious it would have been a bust.

There are other issues I could pick out; namely that Freeman’s acting talent is pretty much wasted in a role that’s there solely to explain the plot and cram the high concept sci fi themes into the movie. “Lucy” is entertaining enough but it’s not all that deep which, considering the subject matter is somewhat of a disappointment. Had Besson been more concerned with the intriguing themes involving brainpower and brain usage instead of action movie tropes, “Lucy” might have been great.

C+

Think Like A Man Too Review

Aside from being partly a product placement for Steve Harvey’s relationship book, “Think Like A Man” (directed by Tim Story) was a worthwhile romantic ensemble comedy in which a group of men and women competed against each other to be the top dogs in their relationships. Yes it was clichéd, but it had a great cast that had great chemistry. Now comes “Think Like a Man Too” (also directed by Story), which wisely distances itself from the book (and Harvey, mostly) and tones down the Battle of the Sexes plot so present in the first one. This time it takes place in Las Vegas and the night before one of the couples is to be married, the males and the females will have a little fun.

The entire cast is back, which is the movie’s main asset. There’s the betrothed couple Candace (Regina Hall) and Michael (Terrence Jenkins), Jeremy (Jerry Ferrara) and Kristen (Gabrielle Union), Zeke (Romany Malco) and Mya (Meagan Good). Then there’s Dominic (Michael Elay) and Lauren (Taraji P Henson), the token white dork couple Bennett (Gary Owen) and Tish (Wendi McLendon Covey). And who can forget the high energy Cedric (Kevin Hart) who acts like a horny puppy dog for the duration of the movie. Not necessarily a bad thing, by the way. As far as Kevin Hart is concerned I think he’s hit and miss. At times his hyperbolic little guy schtick can be great and other times it can wear you out.

Luckily he’s in the company of some immensely talented comedians that prevent the movie from just being The Kevin Hart show. Elay—who was in another Kevin Hart comedy earlier this year, “About Last Night—especially excels as the sensitive chef, along with Hall who manages to be both sweet and raunchy. I also have to commend Owen, whose dorky married with kid’s white guy character chimes in at just the right moments. For example, he would be more content with seeing “The Jersey Boys” than going out and partying.

As in the first movie there is still competition between the men and the women (in the form of dueling/bachelor/bachelorette parties) but as I said before it’s toned down considerably and instead the movie is mainly about two sets of friends escaping to Vegas for the weekend to hang out and b.s with one another. Nothing wrong with that, by the way. In fact I welcome that kind of comedy. There doesn’t need to be any babies, or tigers, or gangsters or other wildly extravagant gags and plot points (I’m looking at you “Hangover”) to make the movie funny. And it’s this simplicity, along with the near flawless comedic chemistry of the cast, that makes “Think Like A Man Too” entertaining enough.

Are there clichés? Sure. There’s a gambling montage (two in fact) and a shopping for nice clothes montage. Does every joke work? Of course not. The worst offender is easily the lengthy (and fatiguing) singalong to the 90’s R&B/Hip Hop song Poison by the girls in a nightclub. And as to be expected there’s the usual third act drama that almost slows the action to a halt. Luckily, Story and Co. don’t spend too much time on it, keeping the comedy momentum going until the credits roll. And even better they’re able to avoid the break up/make up plot point altogether, something that caused the first movie to drag (you know, because there were five couples and therefore five break up/make up sequences).

For what it’s worth “Think Like A Man Too” is better than its predecessor. The jokes are better overall, it’s not structured around Harvey’s book, the men and women are already together which saves us the hassle of having to sit through multiple girl/guy wooing scenes and it doesn’t feel redundant. It might help to see the first movie –if you want to get acquainted with characters and see how they got together—but at the same time I think it can be enjoyed by itself. A critic colleague sitting next to me hadn’t seen the first one and seemed to like it just fine.

“Think Like A Man Too” isn’t great and it won’t stand the test of time and I’m sure after a couple months I will have forgotten about it. But for the time being, you can do much worse.

B-