Three Days to Kill (5/10)
This continues a long Hollywood tradition picturing mobsters as
sensitive, feeling, caring hitmen, who are, by definition, sociopaths;
ergo they are not feeling and caring. In this one Ethan Renner (Kevin
Costner) is such a person. He kills (for the CIA) with coldhearted,
gleeful abandon, but, hey, he loves his daughter, Zooey (Hailee
Steinfeld), and feels guilty about abandoning her and his wife,
Christine (Connie Nielsen), for his job.
According to the story (Luc Besson and Adi Hasak) he has moved back to
Paris, where Zooey and Christine live, to make up for all the time they
have been apart. Adding to his woes, he is diagnosed in the first 15
minutes with terminal cancer and given 3 to 5 months to live. Woe to
reports to a gorgeous woman named Vivi (Amber Heard) who directs him to
kill a bunch of bad guys. Vivi is even more cold-blooded than Ethan
(when heís not being a sympathetic father, that is).
Directed by McG, this is a schizophrenic movie that canít decide whether
itís a thriller or a comedy or a family drama. There are some lines that
had me chuckle, and half of the movie consists of Ethanís relationship
with Zooey. Of course itís got plenty of violence and ridiculous car
chases through the streets of Paris. Car chases have gotten so prevalent
and so silly that viewers should be given remotes so they can
fast-forward through them.
as acting goes, McG didnít have to worry much. In the first place heís
got Kevin Costner as his star and Kevin Costner always plays Kevin
Costner. Thatís what he does here and he does it well. The best acting
in the movie belongs to Nielsen who plays a wife who feels she has been
wronged by her husband, but is still in love with him. Alas, Nielsenís
appearances onscreen are far too few. Steinfeld also gives a good
performance in a role with constricted range as a headstrong teenager in
yet another movie that shows the absurdity of the MPAAs rating system.
Despite the fact that there are probably three dozen cold-blooded
killings and scenes of torture, I actually laughed out loud when there
was a scene of a naked woman dancing in front of Vivi but her top was
sufficiently obscured by smoke so that her full breasts were not
displayed. The result was that the film gets a PG-13 rating instead of
an R. Iíve said this before and Iíll say it again, Hollywood feels that
it is much more morally objectionable to show a womanís nipples than it
is to show murder and mayhem.
all these objections, and the fact that the movie is far too long, it is
still relatively entertaining if you donít care about cohesion or
February 20, 2014