This is one of
Writer-Director-Producer Ron Sheltonís best efforts.
The opening credits of all the signs in Los Angeles that say
Hollywood, and the first two minutes hold your interest.
Then the movie tanks, despite a valiant effort by Harrison Ford.
Shelton never fails to disappoint.
He gets A List talent and makes Z List movies.
The story is
incomprehensible. Joe Gavilan (Ford) and K.C. Calden (Josh Hartnett) are
detectives, partners in the LAPD trying to solve a murder of a rap group.
Thereís a subplot about an Internal Affairs guy trying to set
Gavilan up. Gavilanís also a
real estate agent and Calden a wannabe actor, two B plots that are supposed
to provide joke lines. Instead
theyíre just ludicrous.
I guess this is
supposed to be a buddy film with Gavilan and Calden always bickering but
beneath the surface we are supposed to know theyíre going to bond.
Problem is that thereís zero chemistry between Ford and Hartnett.
Laurel and Hardy they ainít.
And the love
scenes between Ford and whoever those women in the film are, are
embarrassing. While Iím at
it, who are those women in the movie and why are they there?
One of themís a madam. Anotherís
a clairvoyant. Whatís their
connection with Gavilan? Shelton
apparently wants to keep this a secret.
As to Calden, why heís even in the movie is anybodyís guess,
although there is another subplot about his fatherís murder, which
doesnít seem to bother him much until the final denouement.
The last half of
the movie is the obligatory ploy for the vacuous screenwriter and director
with nothing to say, the car chase. Shelton
validates his lack of original thought by showing the longest, most absurd
car chase ever filmed. It goes
all over Hollywood. When itís
over Gavilan and Calden are still chasing the bad guys.
And about those bad guys. They
became bad guys without any plot line whatever.
We, the viewers, know theyíre bad guys because we see them doing
bad things. But thereís
nothing ever explained in the film why the LAPD would know they are the bad
guys. First they look like good guys.
Then with no evidence other than a tip from an undercover cop and
with nothing else that could even qualify as a clue, theyíre bad guys
being chased all over.
thingÖone minute Gavilanís being investigated and charged as being a bad
cop. The next minute every cop
in the LAPD is on his side chasing the bad guys. Huh?
I canít sign off
without commenting on the most inane interrogation this side of Fearless
Fosdick. Gavilan and Calden are
put in separate, but side-by-side, interrogation rooms.
Gavilanís cell phone keeps ringing.
Every time it rings itís sitting on the table between Gavilan and
his interrogator. The
interrogator is frustrated because it keeps ringing and when he tries to
grab it Gavilan always beats him to it.
The interrogator never thinks to just take it away from him.
This happens at least four times.
Calden, on the other hand, takes off his shoes and assumes a yoga
position on the table in his room. Neither
interrogator knows what to do. Even
a movie doesnít have the right to be this stupid.
June 20, 2003