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Movie Review: “Mission: Impossible – Rogue Nation”

The Impossible Missions Force has been at it for a long time indeed: “Rogue Nation” is the fifth iteration of this astoundingly resilient franchise, a smash-bang-pow extravaganza that closes out the summer film season in fine fashion.

In the wake of the nail-biting events that capped off the fourth film, “Ghost Protocol,” the CIA has pushed for a shuttering of the IMF. Star agent Ethan Hunt (the seemingly indefatigable Tom Cruise) is subsequently driven under deep cover…only to resurface when the evil Syndicate, a transnational criminal organization, starts stirring up global disorder. Along with ambiguously European secret agent counterpart, Ilsa Faust (Rebecca Ferguson), and techno-sidekick Benjy (Simon Pegg), Hunt sets out to clear his name and thwart the Syndicate’s villainous plans.

It’s all highly entertaining material, if not particularly inventive, and the cinematography is brilliant – most notably in a Moroccan motorcycle chase suffused with GoPro-level energy. There’s a heist-type scene involving laser sensors and underwater data banks that feels delightfully evocative of the original film, as well as some superbly staged fisticuffs in and around an opera set. Moreover, Cruise and Ferguson are great leads. For all the flak he’s taken over involvement with Scientology, Cruise is still Hollywood’s consummate action hero, and Ferguson (playing a fully independent character, not just a romantic foil for Cruise) is more than a match for him. (Jeremy Renner and Ving Rhames also show up briefly, but don’t have much to do).

Like “Star Trek: Into Darkness,” “Rogue Nation” feels far more episodic (i.e. “adventure-of-the-week”) than trajectory-shifting. The existential stakes here – dissolution of the IMF, disavowal of Ethan Hunt, emergence of a global-scale threat – are ostensibly massive, yet there never seems to be much of a “bite” to them (“Kingsman,” for instance, did a good job of developing the imminence of its catastrophe-scenario). Michelle Monaghan, the emotional keystone to Cruise’s character, is sorely missed; “Rogue Nation” has plenty of slick action and tension, but lacks a gut-level emotional punch. Things just never get as edge-of-your-seat intense as in “MI3” or “Ghost Protocol.” For a fifth film in a multi-decade saga, though, it’s plenty solid.

Ultimately, what the franchise needs most is to embrace its distinct je ne sais quoi beyond the iconic theme tune: “Bond” has fifty years of nostalgia to draw upon; “Bourne” featured a manic camera and ultra-grim plot; “Kingsman” leaned hard on its retro-Anglophile ethos. For its part, “Mission: Impossible” is at its best when it’s relying on a tag-team dynamic between different specialists – just like the original TV show. As great as Cruise is as a lead, the series works best when he’s not going it alone in generalist-mode.

Is “Mission: Impossible – Rogue Nation” entertaining? You bet. Is it the best of its franchise? Probably not (that honor likely rests with “Ghost Protocol”), though it’s still a satisfying sequel.

VERDICT: 6.5/10
A consistently diverting – if not groundbreaking – installment in the long-running series.

Normalized Score: 2.4

 
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Posted by on August 4, 2015 in Thrillers

 

Movie Review: “Southpaw”

The gritty trailers for this boxing drama were a pretty compelling selling point for me, promising ultra-kinetic fight scenes coupled with an appropriately brooding ambiance. What’s more, Jake Gyllenhaal is quickly becoming one of my favorite actors, having displayed over time a commitment to method acting on par with Christian Bale (see, e.g., “The Machinist” —> “Batman Begins”). Gyllenhaal’s had a very strong run of films lately—“Prisoners” and “Nightcrawler” are particular standouts—and I was eager to see his transformation into a boxing star.

The plot of “Southpaw” is standard inspirational-drama fare. Boxing’s current light heavyweight champion, the unsubtly named Billy Hope (Gyllenhaal), falls from glory after a tragic accident involving his wife (Rachel McAdams). A subsequent downward spiral results in his loss of custody of his daughter, catalyzing a personal transformation and Hope’s ultimate return to the ring. Et cetera, et cetera (“Southpaw” doesn’t break much new ground where plot depth is concerned).

I’m not always the biggest fan of sports films, but I certainly enjoyed “Southpaw.” Like many movies in the genre, it’s loaded with clichés—this is a fairly standard riches-rags-redemption narrative populated by stock characters—but it’s redeemed by Gyllenhaal’s all-in commitment to his role alongside a no-holds-barred approach to thematic content.

Just as in “Nightcrawler,” Gyllenhaal brings a white-knuckle energy to the screen: he’s as compelling as a hardscrabble-kid-turned-boxer as he was in portraying a glib-talking sociopath in last year’s thriller. The central role here demands a grueling physicality, and Gyllenhaal more than delivers, in a dramatic change from his usual gaunt sentinel-type roles. Further, the film’s R rating allows director Antoine Fuqua to pull no punches, in every sense of the term. These boxing matches are brutal, bloody confrontations shot with a breathless intensity. This ruthlessness actually works to the movie’s great advantage: despite the familiar plot beats, the film doesn’t feel focus-grouped to appeal to the largest possible demographic. (Additionally, there are new Eminem songs—one of which plays over a “Rocky”-style training montage—and they’re spectacular. I’m generally of the opinion that motivational Eminem songs improve any athletic drama).

It’s almost superfluous to say at this point, but there is nothing approaching subtlety or underlying commentary in “Southpaw” (although it’s potentially worth noting that the Child Protective Services bureaucracy comes off looking pretty awful). This movie works not on a cerebral level, but on a gut level: it’s the type of film that makes one want to go out and fight a bear single-handedly. I’m fully of the belief that in an era of CGI-drenched extravaganzas, that kind of raw human drama still has a place.

Is “Southpaw” destined to be iconic? Nope. But it’s decidedly more exciting than the Mayweather-Pacquiao brawl, and that has to count for something.

VERDICT: 7.5/10
Formulaic? Sure—but also compelling on a primal, testosterone-soaked level.

Normalized Score: 4.6

 
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Posted by on July 27, 2015 in Contemporary