Showing posts with label Chris Pine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chris Pine. Show all posts

Sunday, April 2, 2023

I saw D&D: Honor Among Thieves...

Other Dungeons & Dragons movies have been made and have never caught enough momentum to toss sequels on a regular basis or equal the long-term draw of the roleplaying game.

I played D&D in my teens and then abandoned it. The basic gist was appealing, but I didn't like the pompous jerks who ruined its Yellow Brick Road splendor with their know-it-all dictates and bending of rules, which were sometimes too sissified for my taste. The game's little, metal characters were what I found appealing, and if I could have set them on adventures without snide impediment, D&D may have won me over for life. 

What I like about Honor Among Thieves, written and directed by Jonathan Goldstein and John Francis Daley (with story-telling assistance by Chris McKay and Michael Gilio), is that it's never too rule-ridden, unless it's comes to matters of morality, and then it's only right that some sum of discussion flows. At its sincere heart, Honor of Thieves is about a group of roguish misfits (for all intents, rather like the wee figures I once had, and culled, no less, from veritable, D&D mythology), marching forth to steal and later retrieve a magical relic, The Tablet of Riches, which can bestow reawakening and resurrecting properties to those who possess it. Along the way, our noble nomads come upon certain individuals who wish to halt their lofty goals, which includes indirect redemption.  

Leading the adventurers is Chris Pine's crafty Edgin Darvis, of the respected Harper order, a man who once played by the rules, but upon his wife's murder by the vindictive Red Wizards, threw virtue to the wind. During his introspective jaunt, Darvis is accompanied by Chloe Coleman's Kira, his estranged, teleporting daughter; Michelle Rodriguez's loyal, but past-clinging Amazon, Holga Kilgore; Justice Smith's humble and often-too-practical magician, Simon Aumar; Sophia Lillis' principled, shapeshifting elf, Doric; Rege-Jon Page's gracious warrior-sorcerer, Xenk Yendar; Hugh Grant's Cary Grant-ish conman, Forge Fritzwilliam; and Daisy Head's brooding, cold-to-the-touch Sofina.

Fritzwilliam and Sofina are the ones to beware, for they harbor dark secrets and subversive plans. Fritzwilliam, in his own right, presents a dual persona, providing for Kira during her father's imprisonment, while holding court with Sofina, a Red Wizard spellcaster, linked to Jason Wong's callous kingpin, Dralas.   

In addition to unmasking the duo's motives, the downtrodden yet mirthful band encounters various strange and/or ferocious creatures along the way, though contrary to the title's proclamation, there are few dragons to be seen, let alone dungeons. Perhaps one should take the label as an allegorical, trials-and-tribulations banner, and leave it at that.  

What's important is that Honor Among Thieves has winsome characters, exciting interludes, unwavering purpose and never loses focus of these things (i.e., its original, gaming intent). Even when it treads its feminine borders, it never grows frilly or mushy, taking nods from only the best formulaic, virile-magic escapades, like Doctor Strange (television or Multiverse); Doctor Mordrid; Army of Darkness; The Magic Sword; The Sword and the Sorcerer; Conan the Destroyer; Wizards and Warriors; and Excalibur (a pretty cool queue). 

In closing, this new D&D is a springtime spurt of fresh air, an adolescent reverie come true, which will please audiences of all ages. As an amusing but decorous divergence, it's worth the price of admission and beyond any debate, a sequel or two.

Friday, December 25, 2020

I saw Wonder Woman '84...

"Wonder Woman 1984", directed by Patty Jenkins and scripted by Geoff Johns and Dave Callahan (based on Jenkin's concept) is in part a turnabout, Donner/Lester-esque sequel to the 2017 blockbuster, reinventing the first film's endearing, fish-out-of-water motif to the '80s. In this particular chapter, Chris Pine's spiritually transplanted Steve Trevor is the symbolic fish, or is he? The catch of "WW84" is that perceptions can be tweaked, especially when old love dangles and the truth is evaded whenever one wants more.

Within the surreal set-up, Gal Gadot's fearless amazon, whether in the guise of Diana Prince or Wonder Woman, must deal with an affable but struggling, Luthor-like, oil magnate named Maxwell Lord, played by Pedro "The Mandalorian" Pascal.  

I suppose dewdrop highbrows would argue that Lord possesses Trumpian attributes, but if so, those traits evaded me, maybe because I saw no need to see them. Heck, I'm no highbrow; nor would I ever wish to be. The same goes for most who'll see this flick. Something to consider among filmmakers, critics and casual viewers alike who insist on finding one-sided, political narrative in fantasy features. I mean, why shove in stuff that the hardcore fan base doesn't want, anyway? Just sayin'. 

At any rate, thanks to a God of Lies dream stone, Lord is able to mesmerize people and bring their desires to life. Are these desires beneficial or detrimental? Well, considering that Lord is the antagonist, the answer should be clear. (Think along the lines of W.W. Jacob's "The Monkey's Paw" and its wish-fulfilling consequences: No wish is ever fulfilled without a profound and terrible price.) As Wonder Woman and the channeled Trevor's relationship grows, Lord begins to expand his empire of deception on tiers of fears, illusions and delusions to the point where one wonders if its infectious spread can be stopped. (Certainly love can't stop it, even though the script implies that heartfelt affection could and should be the antidote.) 

Along with the supporting (perhaps-faux) Trevor, Kristen "Ghostbusters '16" Wiig's  Cheetah, aka Dr. Barbara Ann Minerva, claws her way into the plot (and early on, at that, as a sheepish, Smithsonian staff member). She's without question pure flesh and blood to the script's circumstances, and though lonely, desperate and empathetic at the outset (in the same floundering-fish way that we find Michelle Pfeiffer's Catwoman, Jim Carrey's Riddler and Jamie Foxx's Electro), she becomes Lord's accidental accomplice through basic, make-me-like-Diana wish-mastery. This leads to two brawls between Wonder Woman and Cheetah, charged by heavy, CGI prancing in the nocturnal second. (Hans Zimmer's "Batman v Superman"-linked score fuels the blurry ferocity in both instances.) 

"WW84'"s '80s setting is another distinguishing factor, with its titular date alluding to an obvious, Orwellian subtext. (High-tech charms are never trustworthy, especially when buffered by televised, "Halloween III" trickery.) Still, the decor (often prismatic and like Wonder Woman's mind-of-its-own lasso and grand, Asteria armor, golden and Reagan-era sleek) doesn't place the adventure on a par with David Leitch's "Atomic Blonde", which better stokes the decade's genuine, Cold War-finale flame. If anything, "WW84'"s backdrop is but nostalgic filler that alludes to "Wall Street" avarice, but it's purposeful enough to highlight its heroine's eternal endurance within other timelines in other possible (if not probable) sequels/prequels. (The athletic, Themyscira prologue further spearheads the evident intent.)

Though it may not emit the freshness of its origin-revamping (WWI) forerunner, "WW84" is worth trying on for size. (Whether it fits is all a matter of taste.) However, more than "WW84'"s content, it's refreshing to see a big-budget, DC/WB movie hit the scene again, despite the annoyance of a propagandized pandemic that can't help but blunt the goddess' righteous thunder. (Now, let's see if the dewdrop patrol can stop Ms. Gadot from playing Cleopatra.)

Thursday, June 1, 2017

I saw Wonder Woman...


Some years back, DC/WB dished up an animated Wonder Woman direct-to-disc adaptation, which promised to be the most faithful-to-the-source to date. When it arrived, Wonder Woman turned out to be a quasi man-hater (well, cynical enough to hold borderline contempt for the opposite sex) and overall, a long-shot from an ideal, foreign ambassador. So much for promises...


With this in mind, I couldn't help but go into Patty Jenkins' directorial venture with some hesitation, hardening my heart so as not to be insulted again. On the other hand, Gal Gadot's portrayal of the legendary Amazon in Zack Snyder's "Batman v Superman", as well as the recent "Justice League" trailers, gave me hope that somehow, some damn way, this new "Wonder Woman" would fulfill, despite the film taking liberties with William Moulton Marston's revisionist, Greek mythology.


This "Wonder Woman", scripted by Allan Heinberg (from a treatment by Synder and Jason Fuchs), occurs during World War I, so we don't get the fighting-the-Nazis angle of the character's comic-book genesis or what we find in the early stages of the Lynda Carter television series. It's hard to say why this period was chosen (perhaps it being the prelude to women's suffrage might be the cause); nonetheless, Wonder Woman's fight for what's right still resonates despite the alteration. Also (hallelujah!), there's no "clever" twist, where we're forced to embrace terrorists to make us feel "complete", as in that blasphemous "Lego Batman Movie". Thanks to American Army Air Service Captain Steve Trevor (Christopher Pine), our heroine quickly adapts an Allied allegiance, assured her involvement will help stop the carnage.


Though the film's early part focuses on Themyscira (aka, Paradise Island), the action soon shifts to England, but this doesn't impact Wonder Woman's insinuated and indirect support of the "Land of the Free and the Brave", let alone her heartfelt, fish-out-of-water assimilation into the modern Western world. 

When she dons her early 20th Century attire, Wonder Woman, aka Diana Prince, fits right in for basic sauntering...well, at least after Trevor and his secretary, Etta Candy (Lucy Davis), insist that she temporarily abandon her shield and "god-killer" sword. (Incidentally, Wonder Woman isn't called by her popular label in this version: her quasi-alias remaining the prevalent one.)


As with any fish-out-of-water story, humor arises, but it never turns silly: the jokes being reminiscent of those of "Time After Time", "Star Trek IV" and "Crocodile Dundee". There also comes a point when the Great War's horrors (eventually embellished by magical calamity) become so stark that the story makes an earnest turn, its tone then aligning with "Batman v Superman" and "Man of Steel". The contrast feels so seamless, however, that most won't notice or complain. 


To help the story's dramatic sweep, Gadot performs her role to the dignified hilt: a statuesque, empathetic beauty who somehow becomes even more beautiful--and sexier--as the adventure evolves. (Yeah, I know, to say a woman is beautiful and/or sexy these days is considered politically incorrect, but if Gadot doesn't get one's pulse racin', one is either a Pod Person or dead). The actress also injects a natural naivety into her performance, evident even in the island segments. All the same, when bullet-deflecting and lasso-lashing is required, she takes no guff, personifying the type of icon that those on either the side of the warring coin can (and do) respect.


Pine enhances Gadot's performance with his own no-nonsense, Kirk-like projection, his reactions to his friend's ethereal abilities being credible and sincere. Trevor knows she's special and honors her, just as she honors him. He does, however, command various scenes, as do several other decent but all-too-human men (played by Ewen Bremmer, Eugene Brave Rock and Said Taghmaoui), but it's only because it's their world that the Amazon enters. Slowly but surely, dear Diana gets into the groove and deals with matters in her own inimitable (and prefeminist) way.


With the film occurring during WWI, the historically staged factions determine not only the circumstances, but the villains, with one holding a mythological secret. He's a turn-of-the-century, pretend proponent of peace for the Allies, named Patrick Morgan, portrayed with quivering pomp by David Thewlis, who just happens to be the war god Ares. Sneaky, eh? 


The Central Power/German participants who complement Ares' agenda are Nazi forerunners: General Erich Ludendorff, based on the real-life, military legend, played by imagi-film/series veteran, Danny Huston; and the facially disfigured Doctor (Isabel Maru) Poison, an old DC foe played by Elena Anaya, who horror fans will recall from Pedro Almodovar's "The Skin I Live In". Though the duo is aware that WWI is ending, they seek an extension through Poison's superpower gas. 


The set-up progresses with grace and precision, as our heroes race against the clock to snuff the sinister scheme. Most importantly, Wonder Woman stays true to her roots throughout each snag and potential distraction, more than rising to the occasion in the end: something that should gratify her Golden Age fan base. 

If this new version of our celebrated Amazon is any sign of where the "Justice League" franchise is headed, we should breathe a collective sigh of relief. There's every reason to believe the best is yet to come. With gorgeous and talented Gadot on board, how could it be otherwise?

Thursday, July 21, 2016

An Alternate Reality #13: I saw Star Trek Beyond...


The classic crew is back, but with the new-phase actors, in "Star Trek Beyond": a Simon Pegg and Doug Yung scripted alternate-reality installment, directed by "Fast and Furious" maestro, Justin Lin and produced by masterful emulator, J.J. Abrams.


Back to the stars are Chris Pine as Captain James T. Kirk; Zachary Quinto as Mr. Spock; Karl Urban as Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy; Zoe Salanda as Nyota Uhura; Pegg as Montgomery Scott; John Cho as Hikaru Sulu; and the late Anton Yelchin as Pavel Chekov.


The new offering goes as follows: The Enterprise is attacked by mysterious, swarming crafts after answering a distress call. Lizard-like entities board the ship in search of a mysterious artifact, causing Kirk and crew to crash-land on a new world. There the dictatorial, energy-sucking saurian named Krall (Idris Elba) demands receipt of the object, while Kirk and crew are split up, trying to make sense of it all. They eventually rejoin, gaining an ally in the form of sexy black/white-striped Jaylah (Sophia Boutella), who's skilled at fighting, despises Krall and just so happens to know the whereabouts of an old starship.

There's plenty of hide-and-seek throughout, but the story is best classified as one of who-will-win-and-how. Also, for all of its skirmishes and lightning-fast chases, "Beyond" is predominately a planet-based adventure, where the main characters take turns stepping into the spotlight to push the plot along. The formula helps mount the suspense, as we wonder when the artifact will be revealed and what secret it holds. 


Pegg/Yung's script makes this chapter separate (in a sense) from its already established, refashioned history. In other words, we don't have anything akin to the destruction of Vulcan here, or a twisting on the "Space Seed"/"Wrath of Khan" story line. This is a stand-alone entry by design, designated to a new, franchise stretch, which only those-in-the-know will recognize, though a few nods to the original cast can't be denied. Nonetheless, if slipped into the ongoing, classic "Trek" amateur-series structure, this one would work without much modification.

I guess that's a good thing, but the question remains whether "Beyond" unequivocally captures the Roddenberry spirit. After all, some say the previous, two films are more action-oriented ("Star Wars" geared, that is) than philosophically bent, the way we normally think of "Trek".


One can debate the matter till the cows come home, but in some ways, "Beyond" captures the best of both worlds, with gritty zest and an interesting concept, which features old an new characters to appeal to old and new fans. Does its set-up make a sociological statement the way it should? Not really, but I suppose that all depends on how the content strikes one. That it steps away from its prior alternate-reality chapters seems to work to its advantage, and my hunch is, such will please those who aren't keen on the previous "Mirror Mirror" variations. 

Whether audiences get used to the new design (to the point where it no longer matters) is yet to be seen, but if "Beyond" falters, there's no need to fret. "Trek" isn't perishing anytime soon. If this incarnation doesn't blaze the trail farther, than there are others on the horizon that will.