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Sunday, February 3, 2013
MOVIE REVIEW
Bullet To The Head
Res Ipsa Loquitor: The Thing Speaks For Itself
Sung Kang as Taylor Kwon and
Sylvester Stallone as Jimmy Bobo in Walter Hill's comedy action film "Bullet To
The Head". Frank Masi/Warner Brothers
by
Omar P.L. Moore/PopcornReel.com
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Sunday,
February 3,
2013
Walter Hill returns to the politically incorrect territory of the lead
characters in his famous "48 HRS." 30 years ago with "Bullet To The Head", a
ridiculous and pointless exercise that's perversely entertaining, enlivened by
the lumbering presence of the hulking, intensely muscular figure of Sylvester
Stallone as Jimmy Bobo, a hit-man who begrudgingly teams with the dumbest cop in
movie history, Taylor Kwon (Sung Kang), to find out who was behind the killing
of Jimmy's hit-man partner Louis (Jon Seda).
Set and shot in New Orleans (the site of today's Super Bowl), "Bullet To The
Head" speaks loudly for itself. A bullet literally burrows through the
Warner Brothers and production company logos prior to the opening credits.
This film knows exactly what it is and doesn't pretend otherwise. For
bloodthirsty action fans its title delivers: people's heads shot off at close
range and close-up, like firecrackers. Never mind that much of America is
still reeling from Newtown and other mass shootings (while other smaller ones
continue) and moviegoers are recovering from hyper-violent January disasters
"Gangster Squad" and
"The Last Stand".
Mr. Hill's film is so foolish, so riddled with clichés, appallingly bad dialogue
and a sloppy script overall by Alessandro Camon (based on Alexis Nolent's
graphic novel "Du
plomb dans la tête") that you couldn't possibly take it seriously.
We have no real clue why Louis is killed. (Nor frankly, did I care.)
We get a cameo from Christian Slater as a corrupt lawyer with ties to a criminal
network led by a charismatic villain (admirably played by Adewale
Akinnuoye-Agbaje) and muscled by a pony-tailed assassin (Jason Momoa, "Conan The
Barbarian".) We get a PG-13-rated
"Eyes Wide Shut" masked-ball episode.
There's a mentioned but unresolved parallel of black panther and/or leopard
tattoos on the backs of two different women. Strange.
"Bullet To The Head" is best interpreted as a parody of a hitman's noir-like
episodes or, more accurately, a parody of Mr. Stallone himself from his 1980s
action days. He's a Philistine, a Luddite, a man who still lives in Ronald
Reagan's 1980s, or heck, the Stone Age. Jimmy tangles with the dimwitted
Taylor, using the blunt, efficient dual tools of knives and one-liners versus
Taylor's verbosity and technological know-how. Jimmy, older and impatient,
likes to get to the point quickly. He's forever baffled by cell phones and
the vast information one can obtain from them. It's a similar conversation
to the initial one that James Bond and Q have in
"Skyfall": the old and new ways
of fighting crime.
Speaking of crime: in a litany of black and white photos during Mr. Hill's
action drama we're treated to mug shots of Mr. Stallone, some of which literally
look lifted from "Rocky" (1976) and other films. Mr. Stallone's voice has
a slightly mocking Mickey Spillane-type private eye-cadence to it, only much
deeper in tone, as he mentions that his Jimmy character has been arrested more
than two dozen times. Jimmy drops in on his daughter Lisa (Sarah Shahi).
"I'll be in touch," are the last words Jimmy wearily says to her.
The irony of "Bullet To The Head" is that its characters sometimes bring knives
and axes to gunfights. Fists trump guns in some moments, and the title
itself is also a metaphor for the avoidance of thinking or logic and reason -- a
perfect explanation of Taylor, whom the script sells short the most. Mr.
Kang, a bright, enterprising presence on screen, just cannot light the lamp for
Taylor, his mega-lame police character, who, for all his technological
proficiency lags Jimmy in common sense. Taylor is the film's editorial
bouquet to the idea that all the techno-savvy in the world doesn't necessarily
make them smarter. Mr. Kang is the film's straw man Mr. Stallone
all-too-easily knocks down, and often. It's both funny and sad.
Despite such duplicity it's easy to imagine Mr. Hill's film as a guilty
pleasure. I laughed at its preposterousness and Mr. Stallone's casual
abruptness and cynicism the way I laughed at the antics of Nicolas Cage in last
year's hapless
"Ghost Rider 2". There's a recklessness and craziness in
Mr. Hill's escapades that undeniably fits the film's low-hanging fruit.
"Bullet To The Head" is strictly willing to engage in its basest or titillating
platforms of blood and boobs though not at the same time. It takes a
certain kind of insanity to make a bad and brainless film entertaining, and if
nothing else, Mr. Hill and Mr. Stallone succeed at that.
Also with: Marcus Lyle Brown, Dane Rhodes, Brian Van Holt, Weronika Rosati, Holt
McCallany.
"Bullet To The Head" opened on Friday
across the U.S. and Canada. The film is rated R by the Motion Picture
Association Of America for strong violence, bloody images, language, some nudity
and brief drug use.
The film's running time is one hour and 31 minutes.
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