Does the action genre of films require the least imagination, least talent, and the least intelligent/least demanding audience?
Yes, to all of the above.
To borrow a phrase from Bollywood jackass Akshay Kumar, I’d say most action films belong to the ‘leave your brains at home‘ category.
Be it Kollywood, Tollywood or even Hollywood, action films increasingly yield little joy to me or other discerning moviegoers.
A lot of the Hollywood action films differ from the Indian trash these days merely in finesse and a slightly better caliber of acting.
The plot is invariably wafer thin, the film often a sequel (Bourne, James Bond, Iron Man, etc) and often the bad guys are the usual tiresome characters.
If it’s not the Muslims/Al Qaeda, then the evil doers must be the Russians, the South American drug cartels or some whacko with a weird hairdo.
Sinister guys who are trying to bring down America and the world with their nefarious schemes and so must be brought down at all costs.
Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit – Tiresome Exercise
This evening I watched Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit.
Must be the unusually cold winter weather this year that’s making me act bizarrely and go out in the chill to watch movies like Jilla, Jack Ryan etc.
Based on novelist Tom Clancy’s creation, Jack Ryan is a CIA operative whose heroics have been showcased in four films over the last twenty-four years. I have seen Patriot Games, Clear and Present Danger (both Harrison Ford) and The Sum of All Fears (Ben Affleck). Those days, I thought the ones starring Harrison Ford were decent.
Chris Pine, who plays Jack Ryan in this Friday’s release, Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit, looks like a callow teenager playing truant from high school.
OK, I exaggerate but you do get the point, don’t you? Seriously, this guy lacks the mojo to play a brilliant, bold CIA agent.
After suffering severe injuries as a marine in Afghanistan, Jack Ryan (Chris Pine) is recruited by the CIA and sent back to university to complete his Ph.D. He’s then sent undercover to a Wall St firm to detect financial shenanigans intersecting with terrorism.
Lo and behold, our Ryan soon detects strange Russian financial transactions involving large sums and before you can say nyet the analyst is in Moscow for an audit of the shady transactions.
No sooner is our analyst Ryan in Moscow than he turns into the field operative Ryan thanks to some Ugandan assassins.
From then on, silly is in hot pursuit of bizarre and then flies into a boringly predictable sleeper-cell ending.
The scenes involving Ryan sauntering into the office of terror mastermind Viktor Cherevin (played by the film’s director Kenneth Branagh) and downloading the crucial game plan to bring down America were pathetically silly. Even by Hollywood movie standards, it was ridiculous.
Which moron wrote the ungripping screenplay? Well, there were three – Adam Cozad, David Koepp and Takeshi Kitano.
The talented British lass Keira Knightley, who plays Ryan’s girlfriend, has no role to speak of in the movie. Mere wall-paper.
Every single stunt, car chase, shootout and fight was of the garden variety, the seen that before several times kind.
Since it’s a Jack Ryan film, the CIA and America must come out on tops. And, of course, they do in a predictable pattern!
Proving that Hollywood action films easily gets the putzheads rolling into the theatre, the hall was 98% full this evening.