Sunday, March 6, 2016
“London Has Fallen” – Quit it already, the ‘80’s are dead.
(Like Olympus Has Fallen, I’m going to SPOIL a lot of this film because you should not waste your money on it, even if you love 80s action flicks).
London Has Fallen is very much an 80s action flick, as was its idiotic predecessor, Olympus Has Fallen. I didn’t think Olympus Has Fallen did well enough to merit a sequel, but it somehow tricked $161 million dollars’ worth of moviegoers (on a $70 million budget) into seeing it. Anyway, like Olympus, London asks you to believe things so insane and unbelievable that even most 80s action stars are shaking their heads. This time around, a bunch of world leaders attend a funeral in London after the British Prime Minister unexpectedly dies. Terrorists attack the leaders prior to the funeral because it’s much easier to kill a bunch of people in different locations than it is to wait until they are all in one spot. Of course, the President of the United States (Aaron Eckhart) – or POTUS, as Hollywood likes to say – and his super, special, secret service agent, Mike Banning (Gerard Butler) survive the initial attack and the rest of the movie is standard action flick fare – bad guys chase good guys and lots of people die while things explode. Why? Because the mastermind terrorist (Alon Moni Aboutboul) isn’t satisfied with killing hundreds of people – including an untold number of world leaders >= 4 (seriously, they don’t tell us the number) – and destroying half of London, HE MUST HAVE THE POTUS!!
Look, I knew going in that this movie was going to be loud and dumb, so all I was hoping for was a plausible execution of the attack (you know, like Olympus didn’t have) and I would happily enjoy the remainder of the film. Yeah…no. The writers of this “movie” went out of their way to make several characters say variations of “this is the most secured event in the history of the world” and even showed us scene after scene of security forces checking IDs, walking police dogs around, and using those mirrors-on-wheels to look for car bombs. So, with all of that security, how do the terrorists wreak such havoc? By posing as cops. That may sound plausible until you watch dozens of terrorists (out of hundreds) start murdering people in various ways. Remember, this is the most secure event in the Milky Way, so of course no legitimate cop wonders who all the new middle-eastern-looking cops are that just happened to show up for THE MOST SECURE EVENT EVER!!!!!. I know, and that’s not all. Just before all the attacks we are shown the Japanese leader stuck in traffic on a random bridge, the French leader chilling in a boat on the Thames, and the Italian leader and his wife getting ready to bone on the roof of Westminster Abbey. Not only were dozens of terrorists able to infiltrate police ranks, but they also just happened to know precisely where these leaders would accidentally be prior to those leaders accidentally being there so they could blow them up with bombs. Now, you should be asking yourself if their psychic abilities were that awesome, why didn’t they get the POTUS? Because POTUS got there earlier and didn’t tell anyone. Take THAT, stupid other world leaders who also didn’t tell anyone where they would be.
I know what you are really wondering now so, in honor of Ruthless Reviews, let’s finish this up with their 80s action flick components.
In the actual 1980s, you could always count on some female nudity to soften the male homoeroticism, but there is nary a female breast or ass to be found in 2016 London. The two biggest female characters are Banning’s pregnant wife (Radha Mitchell) and his boss (Angela Bassett), who is impaled by helicopter shrapnel early in the film, so any chance of convincing us these dudes aren’t thinking about some together time in the Lincoln Bedroom is quickly dashed. And, let’s not forget that the President is widowed because Mike chose to save him first rather than his wife (this happened in Olympus). Plus, the film opens with Mike struggling to decide on resigning his posting to the President’s detail so he can be with his wife and soon-to-be-born child. What can I say – the heart wants what the heart wants. Also, these bits of dialogue happen:
Banning (to the President): “I was wondering when you were going to come out of the closet.”
British SAS soldier to Banning: “Take care of your balls.”
I didn’t actually keep count, but we’re told hundreds…and I’d guess that we visibly saw at least fifty. Banning himself is responsible for no less than thirty and even POTUS tallies several. But don’t worry too much because the vast majority of the dead are either British citizens or terrorists. Let’s be honest, Earth - if they aren’t American, nobody really gives a shit, am I right?
There are so many to choose from – from Banning crushing a guy’s throat with a well-aimed two-by-four to Bassett’s death by shrapnel to Banning jamming a broken piece of metal into a terrorist’s lungs. But, I’m going with Banning sideswiping his car against a concrete overpass pillar to remove a dangling terrorist from his window. Does the terrorist’s head stay in Banning’s hands? You bet it does. Does Banning toss it through the passenger side window, inches from a horrified Bassett? You’d be disappointed if he didn’t.
When Banning shoves the broken metal into the terrorist’s lungs, he’s also taunting the terrorist’s brother via walkie-talkie, ala John McClane. After tossing away the walkie, the President asks “Did you really have to do that?” Banning’s response: “Nope.” And, yes, Banning is grinning a little.
Stupid political content
Terrorists have infiltrated emergency response services, they are hiding under your bed, they’re in your closet, and Obama still hasn’t called Jack Bauer to save us all from a fiery, bullet-riddled death. The FBI, NSA, and CIA must have access to all of your communications or some guy with an al- in his name is going to blow up a Banana Republic. They say the terrorists hate us because of our freedom, not because we shot a missile at that brightly covered wedding pavilion in the desert and accidentally killed 40 or so party guests in order to kill that one really, really, bad guy who, luckily, left the party early (this happened in the movie). At some point, the rest of us are going to accept the fact that war works both ways and demand that our government either stops invading countries or stops doing it half-assed.
How bad is it really?
Well, it’s not worse than Olympus, but it’s not better. Between Butler struggling to deliver an American accent while surrounded by his British countrymen and a pointless Pentagon crisis room filled with Academy Award nominated/winning actors occasionally clapping or barking into a phone, you have a movie that doesn’t want to say anything more than (sing it with me): “America – Fuck Yeah”. That and “the 80s will never die.”
Rating: If you didn’t learn from Olympus Has Fallen, nothing I say here will stop from you from pissing away ten more dollars.
P.S. – Thank you, Ruthless Reviews.