With his good looks, Liev Schreiber (TV's Ray Donovan) seems born to play an astronaut. In Magnet Releasing's The Last Days on Mars, he finally gets the chance. As chief systems officer Vincent Campbell, he's part of Aurora's six-month mission on the red planet with only 19 hours left to go before heading home. What could go wrong?
According to The Slumber Party Massacre, young women love to have group sleepovers so fun that the girls don't have the good sense to leave the house when their party is crashed by the arrival of a drill-wielding serial killer.
We vilify people for bad behavior in real life, yet celebrate it in our entertainment, particularly on the small screen. When the results are as strong as the current crop, all new (or new-ish) to DVD and/or Blu-ray, why question the disconnect?
Prior to his Spider-Man trilogy, director Sam Raimi cut his superhero-movie teeth on 1990's Darkman, a character of his own creation. Although it's clearly not the most polished of his works, the summer sleeper plays even better as the years tick by. Look no further than Shout! Factory's colorful re-release on Blu-ray.
Someday, celebrity cyclist Lance Armstrong may regret hiring Oscar-winning director Alex Gibney to document his 2009 "comeback," but I doubt it. As The Armstrong Lie demonstrates time and again for two mostly gripping hours, the athlete is still unable to tell the whole truth and nothing but.
Few would-be tentpole pictures have had more torturous development
periods than “The Green Hornet,” dating back nearly 20 years.
In promotions for the now-finished film, star Seth Rogen and director Michel Gondry have trashed several of those attempts — which would have seen Nicolas Cage speaking in a Jamaican accent or Stephen Chow using mind-control chips — as too ridiculous for what they eventually birthed.
How, then, do they explain their version’s sped-up, “Benny Hill”-style sequences? What do they call their main characters soaring through the sky on a parachute-equipped ejector seat, out of which pops a turntable, its needle dropping on a classical LP? Or the scene of our superheroes rapping along to Coolio’s “Gangsta’s Paradise” while on the prowl for evildoers?
And they suggest Cage’s presence would have lowered those lofty standards? Really? I don’t know whether it’s reassuring or an ill portent that 2011 already has a solid candidate for the year’s worst film, but “Hornet” is it.
Rogen (“Funny People”) dons the mask as The Green Hornet, aka Britt Reid, the pampered, trust-fund/party-boy product of the loins of an unloving newspaper publisher (Tom Wilkinson, “The Ghost Writer”). When Daddy dies, Britt reluctantly takes the reins of The Daily Sentinel, using it primarily to position his nighttime activities as a public scourge.
The way he and chauffeur sidekick Kato (Taiwanese pop singer Jay Chou, “Curse of the Golden Flower”) figure it, if they can pass themselves off as villains, they can earn the trust of the city’s criminal underworld, and thus, take them down with relative ease.
And if Britt can bang his secretary (Cameron Diaz, “Knight and Day”) in the meantime, well, win-win.
But we lose. The entire action-comedy comes predicated on Rogen’s one-note shtick, which I find entirely tiresome. It can be broken down into three elements: yelling his lines, pointing at himself, and peppering every other sentence with the word “shit.” At least that choice applies.
With its jerry-rigged slapstick and obvious-yet-unfunny jokes, I felt embarrassment for so many of the principals involved, with the exception of Rogen, who can only blame himself as co-writer/co-producer. (Who else harbors a start-to-finish penchant for testicle punching?) As Hornet’s default nemesis, Chudnofsky, Oscar winner Christoph Waltz (“Inglourious Basterds”) is not handed a role so much as a piece of cardboard.
The lone cast member emerging unscathed is Chou (catch him next week when the Oklahoma City Museum of Art screens his 2008 basketball vehicle “Kung Fu Dunk”). While not yet a master of the English language, the man steals the screen with clean-cut charisma, requiring no translation. Gondry (“Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”) showcases Chou in the fight scenes, as Kato takes on multiple goons at once, moving fast while they collapse in slow-motion.
That’s the one nifty trick the arty Gondry brings to the table; otherwise, he’s out of his comfort zone and in over his head. This shows in each minute of an agonizing two hours.
Don’t bother. But especially don’t bother with the 3-D screenings; like “Clash of the Titans,” “Hornet” was converted to the format post-production, rather than shot in it. That’s why only the end credits carry any pop, provided you last that long. —Rod Lott