Safe House has a great trailer. Watch it.
I realized that after watching the full-length feature from Spaniard debutant director Daniel Espinosa. Not more than the first thirty minutes of the film is heavily featured in the shots, and enough is done to set up the film without giving much away. This is good.
If you've faithfully followed my instructions (i.e. watching the trailer), here's the next one. Tone down your expectations and buy a smaller sized soft drink than you usually would. I'll explain my stand shortly. But first...
Denzel Washington takes his turn to play CIA's most dangerous operative gone rogue - Tobin Frost. He has the moves, the brains and a motive. Ryan Reynolds is on the other end of the spectrum as Matt Weston, a rookie in the Agency eagerly waiting for an opportunity to shine. (In some ways, the set-up reflects reality, except Reynolds doesn't succeed outside of the film's plot.) When Frost turns up at a secure facility Weston has listlessly managed for a year, his life turns into a fast-paced Hollywood action thriller.
As is the case with the genre - there are car chases, violent skirmishes and the inevitable mole. The problem is, many films employ these devices in very dissimilar fashion and have succeeded. Comparisons are boundless, yet the real trouble with Safe House is the lack of plot and strong characters - the latter being the greater problem. Washington's Frost is undeniably cold (pun unintended), calculative and ruthless. But that's it. The script doesn't foster any kind of noteworthy relationship between Frost and Weston. They're both proven actors, but just not here.
Back to un-idealistic reality. This is an action movie. The fight choreography is swift and deadly. The action sequences match up engagingly. The editing complements the haste-centric quality of the film; the camera does shake often but generally captures the volatile atmosphere with sufficient dexterity. Cape Town, where this film is shot, lends dread and grime to the brooding atrocities that unravel.
The 117-minute running length is indulgent and the editor's refusal to pare down half an hour warrants a downsize to your drink. Then expect to see an A-list cast barely perform in yet another derivative testosterone booster. And you might just find yourself enjoying Safe House. |