Christopher McQuarrie
is mostly known for his work on The Usual Suspects and his
directorial début, the hugely underestimated The Way of the Gun,
so it was with an open mind ( and despite Tom Cruise) that I went to
see Jack Reacher.
The opening sequence is
one of the most suspenseful seen in cinema since, well The Usual
Suspects, well crafted, shot in that subdued grey-colour scheme
giving you that tingling hopeful sensation that you might just see
that unexpected cinematic gem you never thought of looking for in
this very film. Unfortunately, these hopes are soon bashed, but first
things first. JR then opens with a sniper in a garage shooting
five seemingly random people. The patient handling of the camera has
you gripping your seat in anticipation and really conveys that
horrible principle of completely random and thus absurd selection.
It's knowledge McQuarrie plays with in this sequence, the horrible
spectatorial knowledge that people are going to die and the terrible
observation of the unknowing soon-to-be-dead. The mise-en-scene is
more terrifying for its apparent simplicity and understatement, there
is no blood to be seen, no brains splashed on the pavement and the
screams remain muffled as if heard from a great distance, maybe a
garage on the other side of the river, in which a sniper is taking
his terrible pick.
On investigating the
crime scene, Officer Emerson finds a fingerprint on a coin in the
parking meter and a bullet overlooked by the rest of the police. A
culprit is soon found in Iraq veteran Barr. The latter refuses to
talk only advising the investigators to get Reacher. This becomes a
problem as Reacher is the proverbial ghost, an ex-military who just
vanished off the face of the earth, no phone number, no address, no
credit card, just a social security number and the occasional money
withdrawal, hey, dental is important ! Good thing then, that in
exactly the moment they talk about him, Reacher walks through the
door. I think that was meant to be humorous, but only came across as
anti-climactic and slightly, erm, dumb. The rest of the film follows
the Quincy principle: You know: Quincy deduces something the others
don't believe, because, plainly they're too stupid, so he spends his
time being admired by the ladies and patiently collecting evidence
for what he long knows. All this is not a bad thing in itself, we've
all seen films with less to offer plot-wise and enjoyed them, but
here, things never quite take off. There's a veil that cannot be
lifted, it seems, a shallowness which is never broken even if at
times the film offers glimpses of McQuarries' talent.
Even Tom Cruise is, how
shall I put this, alright? He does look a bit squashed though.
Physique aside, he does seem to do justice to the Reacher character
from Lee Child's novel series (I never read one) at least in terms of
cockiness and the looming larger than life part. Fans of the cheesy
one-liner will have a field day with this one, however, any form of
witticism goes completely amiss in JR, as Cruise hasn't got
the self-deprecating smirk of a Bruce Willis, neither are the lines
of the excessive stupidity resulting in a hilarious action-thriller
self-reflexivity of, oh, I dunno, a Schwarzenegger film. One line
cannot be faulted however and that is: 'I mean to beat you to death
and drink your blood from a boot.' It was as if the eighties came
back and gave one big, comforting hug!
Don't get me wrong, I'm
no big fan of the vigilante self-serving message the film conveys,
but then, action thrillers are generally not designed for the
politically sensible! So enough said about the issue of killing guys
because the system might let them go! At least McQuarrie is carrying
on the American cinematic tradition of regarding the law as
intrinsically corrupt and against the little man!
Rosamund Pike plays
Helen Rodin, daughter of the DA and smart idealistic defense lawyer of
Barr. She spends her screen-time with her arms pressed together to
emphasize a cleavage one has not seen on her before! There is no
chemistry whatsoever between her and Cruise which is a good thing as
I always find female interest in Cruise to be the scariest part of
the fiction! Pike 's daddy issues seem to be the sole motivations of
her career. All in all, she seems to be a projection surface upon
which Cruise can alternately bounce ideas or polish his male ego. In
one of the funniest scenes, though unintentionally so, Pike cannot
concentrate as Cruise walks around with his bare torso! To be fair, I
had a hard time looking away, however more in the
I-shouldn't-but-cannot-stop-looking-at-the-accident kind of way. The
strangely off angle of the shot with Pike centre-stage and Cruise's
chest just sticking in the frame is just too weird. It's as if
Cruise's nipples just popped in to say 'Hi'. Anyway, enough bare
chested nonsense, back to Pikes' performance and my lament: Why, oh,
why, did she ever accept this role? Pike is a good actress, on the
way to being great, but even she cannot save this shallow character
and Cruise-admiring dialogue from the most simplified form of
misanthropy. In the end, most of the time, she resembles a Playboy
version of a lawyer. This is female empowerment as imagined by
Hollywood: Yes, she's in heels, but only because she chooses to as an
educated adult and her salivation whenever Cruise enters the frame is
one of empowerment. Yes, right!
My near-obsession with
Richard Jenkins is well documented, but even he cannot weasel his way
out of poor character conception. Jenkins' acting relies mainly on
his world-weary, droopy-eyed slouching, but here it constantly seems
as if Jenkins was really just sad and depressed about the quality of
the lines he has to offer. Richard Jenkins cannot and should not
under any circumstances be used as cannon fodder. That's what we got
Donald Sutherland for!!!
The reason why JR
is not a complete failure is two-fold: Werner Herzog and Robert
Duvall! When coming upon Herzog's name in the opening credits, it
felt as if the world had shifted out of place, kind of like what you
imagine Middle Earth must have felt like when Sauron took over the
show! But then, we have come to expect the unexpected from Herzog.
Herzog's character Zec is the stuff of European medieval fairy tales.
Why he is blind on one eye is never explained, however, it helps
create a character who is vividly nightmarish, ironically not so far
off a Kinski performance. Maybe Herzog picked up a few things on the
set of Aguirre! When he gnarls: I spent my first winter as a
prisoner in Siberia wearing a dead man's coat. I chewed these fingers
off before the frostbite could turn to gangrene – one cannot help
but salute him. Werner, you the man!
The other performance
gem comes in the form of Duvall's character as gun-nut Cash, one of
the craziest and most likeable characters on screen. Duvall plays
Cash with exactly the right kind of devil-may-care
crazy-son-of-a-bitch attitude that the genre needs and it's only when
either Duvall or Herzog appear that the general stagnancy of the film
is broken and the action really comes to life. Sadly, their
screen-time is too limited for those two to save the film.
McQuirre is clearly
fascinated with pulp fiction, from Hammett and Chandler to Higgins
and most recently Child- their influences are felt. The protagonist,
type lone vigilante gun-man, is as noir as they come. The
world-weariness and jaded sense of justice are as old as cinema
itself. The double-crossings, set-ups and innocence corrupted, the
whole thematic shenanigans - all present. So, by definition, this
should be one amazing two-hour ride. Except, it never takes off.
Cruise cannot pull Reacher off, Pike remains stale and doll-like, the
action drags on, never reaching the point of explicitly boring but
never far off. Duvall and Herzog manage to infuse some life into this
over-reaching (Yep, I went there!), but, unfortunately, Jack Reacher
remains one of those films you can watch hungover on a Sunday
afternoon with a box of greasy take-away and that hair-of-a-dog pint.
This vehicle for Cruise's ego does, however, not warrant an
eight-quid ticket. Money better invested in buying a Richard Jenkins
poster to put over your bed...just a suggestion!
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