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Charlie’s
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I
am in favour of almost every kind of cinematic hybrid, but the latest genre of
cartoonish-action-film seems like a contradiction in terms. Cartoon artifice
precludes knuckle-biting involvement; gags undermine action thrills.
Charlie’s Angels does not
solve these problems. Director McG seems mainly fixed
upon providing martial arts fight scenes rendered in that annoying
variable-motion (or speed ramping)
technique beloved of current TV commercials. That, and
an endless parody of the short of shampoo-commercial showing-off of his leading
ladies in ceaseless motion.
If
you have seen the promotional clips for the movie on TV or in trailers, you
have truly seen the best of what it has to offer. Too often, a great central
image – such as Diaz jiggling uninhibitedly on a ‘Soul Train’ stage – leads
only to a weakly plotted and staged incident.
It’s
not Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery (1997), which completely mocks every last token of narrative
plausibility and conventional audience involvement. Nor is it a decent,
conventional action movie.
On
many levels, in fact, Charlie’s Angels is vastly inferior to yet another TV remake that is far more coherent,
sustained and cannily stylised: the much-derided The Avengers (1998).
These
days, university courses in cultural studies like to suggest that excess and
spectacle have taken precedence over old-fashioned virtues of plot, theme and
character in popular cinema. Charlie’s
Angels shows the dead-end of this idea. The film has a thousand
scattershot, screwball notions, but no real élan. It is like a fairground
without an entrance point for customers.
The
most fascinating aspect of this out-of-control carnival is its comparative
depictions of women and men. Barrymore (who also co-produced), Diaz and Liu are
at the peak of their physical strength and attractiveness.
But
shambling Bill Murray, snarling Tim Curry, demonic Crispin Glover, ’80s
throwback Sam Rockwell and nerd Tom Green … these guys constitute a rather
pathetic gallery of modern manhood. Perhaps a trifle masochistically, I found
this aspect a lot of fun.
MORE McG: Rim of the World © Adrian Martin November 2000 |
