3.5 stars. Rated PG, and quite generously, despite brutal behavior and considerable peril
By Derrick Bang
To quote the Joni Mitchell song,
Sometimes you don’t know what you’ve got, ’til it’s gone.
Case in point: Whatever happened
to real-world, family-friendly adventure films?
By which I mean, films that a)
aren’t animated; and b) don’t involve witchcraft, fantasy or science-fiction.
In other words, stories that could — theoretically — happen to the rambunctious
kids who live a few doors away.
Once upon a time, such efforts
were a Hollywood genre staple. Early Disney live-action dramas perfected the
formula: Consider the French slum children who foil a bank robbery, in 1963’s The Horse Without a Head; or the
kidnappers who meet their match in a love-struck teenager (Hayley Mills), an
FBI agent who’s allergic to cats (Dean Jones) and a wandering Siamese tomcat,
in 1965’s That Darn Cat. (Don’t waste
your time with the dreadful 1997 remake.)
Earlier still, avid fans thrilled
to the adventures of Rin Tin Tin, Lassie and their various youthful companions.
Nor should we overlook plucky little Benji, who saved two kidnapped children in
his 1974 movie debut. (Sadly, Benji’s various sequels weren’t nearly as
satisfying.)
Of late, though, such films
haven’t merely become endangered; they’re all but extinct. I can’t think of one
more recent than director Danny Boyle’s larkish Millions, and its saga of a 7-year-old British lad who stumbles
onto a heist taking place just as the Euro is about to become the coin of the
realm. And that was back in 2004.
All of which makes Max a welcome relief from the
spell-wielding teens, post-apocalyptic heroines and animated
toys/animals/robots/fairies that invariably get summoned when parents look at
their moppets and say, “Okay, what shall we watch tonight?”
Director Boaz Yakin deserves
credit for trying to revive a moribund genre, and he chose wisely with respect
to the military service dog at the heart of this (mostly) engaging tale. At its
best, Max is heartwarming,
suspenseful and just amusing enough.
But Yakin and co-scripter Sheldon
Lettich never quite get the tone right. Their script is clumsy and occasionally
sloppy about details; their two-legged protagonist spends too much time being
an unforgivably obnoxious little toad; and the general level of peril is way
over the top for their film’s generous PG rating. Nasty, gun-toting weapons
smugglers and the Mexican Mafia? Seriously?
Whatever happened to bungling bank robbers?
When old-timers lament the
innocence of an earlier era, this is the sort of escalating approach to
violence that fuels the argument.
Anyway...
Max, a handsome brown/black
Belgian Malinois, is introduced alongside his handler, U.S. Marine Kyle Wincott
(Robbie Amell), while working the dangerous front lines in Afghanistan. Yakin
and Lettich deftly sketch the necessary relationships in a few economical
scenes (and too bad their writing doesn’t stay this adept). Kyle regularly
Skypes with his devoted mother (Lauren Graham, as Pamela) and father (Thomas
Haden Church, as Ray); younger brother Justin (Josh Wiggins) usually can’t be
bothered to surface from his shoot-’em-up video games.
In the field, Kyle is never far
from best friend Tyler (Luke Kleintank), although a suggestion of the latter’s
possibly bad behavior threatens this bond. But that friction never gets
resolved; a sortie goes balls-up and, when the smoke clears, Kyle is dead.
Yakin handles this sequence with
commendable restraint. Too bad he doesn’t continue in that vein.
Back in the mid-sized town of
Lufkin, Texas, Justin and his parents are distraught: even more so when they
learn that the traumatized Max, no longer fit for service, may have to be put
down. Ray and Pamela can’t stand that thought, as the dog is their only
remaining connection to Kyle. But the surly, self-centered Justin couldn’t care
less, and actively resents being told to take care of Max.
Justin also is on the verge of
turning into a bad kid, thanks to the illegal bootleg copies he makes of hot
new video games, and sells to the thuggish older cousin (Joseph Julian Soria,
as Emilio) of his best friend, Chuy (Dejon LaQuake). Emilio is Bad News
personified: absolutely the last person with whom one should get involved. Even
Chuy fears him, and he’s family.
Fortunately, Justin’s slacker,
slightly larcenous tendencies start to diminish with the arrival of Chuy’s other cousin: a cute, tough-talking
tomboy named Carmen (Mia Xitlali). Despite the hard edges, Carmen has her moral
priorities straight; she also finds it surprising that Justin would disrespect
his father so blatantly. Almost against his will, Justin realizes that he wants
to become a better version of himself (and about damn time!).
Carmen also has a way with dogs,
and teaches Justin how to bond with the wary Max. Cue the scenes we’ve been
waiting for, as boy and dog gradually become inseparable.
This second act is the film’s
heart, and it contains moments both exhilarating and poignant. The former is
highlighted by a hell-for-leather ride through the woods, with Justin tearing
through the underbrush on his bicycle, Max keeping up with no trouble at all.
Stefan Czapsky’s cinematography and Bill Pankow’s editing are sensational
throughout this sequence, and the result is quite exciting.
At the other end of the emotional
scale, Justin’s awakening maturity reaches its welcome tipping point when he
realizes, during his town’s Independence Day fireworks display, that the noisy
explosions will terrify the still shell-shocked Max, left in an outdoor cage in
their back yard. If the subsequent scene doesn’t raise a lump in your throat,
as Justin hastens home and finally wins Max’s trust, then you’ve no business
calling yourself human.
Alas, these good feeling are
dashed by the story’s swift turn into violent territory. Yakin and Lettich
really pile it on during this third act, which becomes increasingly nasty;
matters also take far too long to resolve. One wishes for the more efficient
pacing that Yakin and Pankow brought to the prologue.
That said, the star of any
respectable dog movie is the dog, and — in that respect — Max delivers everything we could want, and more. The bulk of the
title character’s “emotional” scenes are handled by a 2-year-old Malinois named
Carlos, selected in part for his lighter-colored facial fur, so that his
expressive eyes could be seen. Carlos handles all of his close-ups
magnificently.
Yakin and animal coordinator Mark
Forbes assigned the varied action scenes to a gaggle of “stunt doubles” named
Pax, Jagger, Dude, Pilot and Chaos (the latter handling the bulk of the fast
running sequences). Pankow’s cutting is extremely clever; you’d never suspect
the filmmakers didn’t stick with one dog throughout.
The human actors hit the
essential dramatic notes. Church is spot-on as a frustrated ex-Marine who can’t
quite balance his authoritative tendencies with the subtler parenting skills
necessary with a kid like Justin. Church also does a nice job with Ray’s
intimate “confessional” scene with his younger son.
Graham is the softer yin to
Church’s gruff yang. Pamela isn’t afraid to show her sorrow and vulnerability,
which helps bridge the divide between father and son. LaQuake is appropriately
smug as the goofball friend, and Soria radiates menace as the dangerous Emilio.
Wiggins overplays his part as a
surly, smart-mouthed teen, but that’s not his fault; Yakin simply hammers those
unpleasant traits too much. Justin becomes much more interesting when he
softens, and his uncertain boy/girl dynamic with Xitlali in quite sweet.
Indeed, next to Max, she’s this film’s biggest asset: an expressive screen
newcomer with considerable presence. The camera loves her, and she returns the
favor; Carmen is a great character.
Jay Hernandez stands out in a
supporting role as Reyes, a sympathetic sergeant in the Marine K9 unit ... and
a character ill-treated by Yakin and Lettich’s script. We exit the theater
rather irritated by some unfinished business between Justin and Reyes.
It seems churlish to complain
about a film made with such obviously heartfelt intentions, particularly in a
genre so overlooked these days. The premise is sound, the “dog stuff” is always
endearing, and many of the quieter character moments — particularly those
involving Carmen — work quite well. I want to praise this film simply because
it exists.
But the balance isn’t quite
right. Yakin spends too much time with unhappy or unpleasant stuff — Justin’s
initially hostile behavior, the needlessly vicious bad guys — and winds up
overwhelming the nifty stuff. Max is
a good try ... but probably not good enough to generate the box-office revenue
that would encourage movie studios to make more like it.
And that’s the true shame.
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