3.5 stars. Rated PG-13, for dramatic intensity, plenty of action violence, and brief profanity
By Derrick Bang • Originally published in The Davis Enterprise, 10.21.16
All right; he’s growing on me.
Lee Child’s fans know darn well
that — as a physical specimen — Tom Cruise couldn’t be further removed from the
author’s depiction of honorable loner Jack Reacher. (Cruise: 5-feet-7, 148
pounds; Reacher: 6-feet-5, 210-250 pounds, with a 50-inch chest.)
In Child’s novel Never Go Back — on which this film is
loosely based — Reacher is said to have “a six-pack like a cobbled city street,
a chest like a suit of NFL armor, biceps like basketballs, and subcutaneous fat
like a Kleenex tissue.”
Sounds more like The Incredible
Hulk, right? On his best day, it would take three Tom Cruises to make one Jack
Reacher.
That said, I’ve gotta give Cruise
credit (even if that seems superfluous, since his name pretentiously appears
three times in the title credits, before the movie even starts). He’s an
impressively fit 54-year-old, and he handles this film’s action scenes and
stunt work with reasonable élan. And he’s still a dynamic sprinter, which he
demonstrates a few times here.
(Tom Cruise action movies always
have running scenes. He obviously believes he looks good doing them.)
All right, all right; enough
joshing. Cruise’s second outing as Reacher is more satisfying than its 2012
predecessor, thanks to engaging supporting characters who do much to humanize
the narrative. The primary plot is supplemented by a solid secondary mystery,
and Cruise has softened the at-times laughably stoic manner he gave Reacher the
first time.
I credit director/co-scripter
Edward Zwick, who has a history of blending action epics with compelling
character development, in films such as Glory,
Blood Diamond and Defiance. Zwick and Cruise also worked
together on The Last Samurai.
They chose this film’s source
material wisely. Cruise’s first Reacher film was based on Child’s ninth novel, One Shot, a rather grim affair that did
little but drip with testosterone, and frequently emphasized the many ways that
Cruise didn’t look or sound like
Reacher. This new film is adapted from Child’s 18th book — Zwick sharing
scripting credit with Richard Wenk and Marshall Herskovitz — which is a much
shrewder choice, with better mainstream audience appeal.
Zwick opens with a prologue of
sorts, which allows Cruise to display the calm assurance with which he greets
all perilous or life-threatening situations. It also establishes his connection
to Maj. Susan Turner (Cobie Smulders), who has inherited his desk at the
headquarters of his former unit, the 110th MP in northeastern Virginia. Zwick
deftly establishes that the two have been trading intel and phone calls for
awhile, but have yet to meet.
(In Child’s series, this
long-distance relationship begins with the 14th book, 61 Hours.)
Deciding to finally lay eyes on
the voice behind all those calls, the itinerant Reacher takes a long bus trip
with the intent of surprising her; instead, he unexpectedly finds her desk
occupied by the amiable but officious Col. Morgan (Holt McCallany). He explains
that Turner has been arrested for espionage, and sent to a maximum-security
facility.
Hmm. Unlikely, Reacher suspects.
With a bit of digging, he learns
that Turner had sent two soldiers to Afghanistan, during the U.S. military
draw-down, to investigate suspicious activity by a Blackwater-esque security
firm. Turner’s arrest came within hours of her learning that the two operatives
had been killed ... by U.S. ordnance.
Not too coincidentally, Reacher
realizes that he’s being shadowed by a couple of guys who look like former
soldiers-turned-mercenaries.
But before our taciturn hero gets
any further, he’s arrested by Morgan on — of all things — a paternity complaint
by some woman Reacher’s never heard of. Even more surprising: He supposedly has
a 15-year-old daughter named Samantha (Danika Yarosh).
Could it be true?
More to the point, will Reacher
and Turner live long enough to solve their respective crises?
OK, yes; Reacher manages to break
Turner out of the lock-up, seconds ahead of the same two baddies, and much to
the annoyance of Morgan and Espin (Aldis Hodge), the latter formerly under
Turner’s command, and now charged with retrieving her. One road trip later,
Reacher clandestinely observes Samantha ... at least, until she catches him at
it.
“I don’t like being followed,”
she says tartly, echoing one of Reacher’s earlier lines (smart scripting touch,
that).
That line signals the film’s nicest
detail: the fact that the feisty, coldly wary Samantha has many of Reacher’s
attributes, from a ferocious independent streak to an instinctive mistrust of
anybody in authority. Yarosh plays the part well, her overconfident façade
occasionally allowed to crumble. (After all, people are trying to kill her.) If Samantha ultimately bonds too swiftly
with Reacher and Turner, well, the movie does run only 118 minutes — as opposed
to Child’s 624-page novel (!) — and we’ve gotta move these things along.
Smulders makes Turner a suitably
resourceful sidekick, although the character would bristle at the latter term.
Despite her fondness for Reacher, Turner resents playing second fiddle to anybody, having dealt with chauvinists
her entire military career. Reacher, of course, doesn’t view some of his
take-charge choices as sexism; he’s simply accustomed to being the most
physically capable guy in the room.
(That argument holds more weight
in Child’s novel, given Reacher’s stats. But 5-feet-8 Smulders, at somewhere
north of 140 pounds, looks like she could give Cruise a run for his money.
Which makes the film version of this ongoing squabble sound a bit silly.)
Smulders also knows the
action-film territory, having garnered plenty of fan cred as SHIELD agent Maria
Hill in numerous big-screen Marvel Universe epics, along with several
appearances on TV’s Agents of SHIELD.
Turner is cut from the same rugged, go-getter cloth, with just enough softness
to make her concern for Samantha seem reasonable.
Patrick Heusinger is suitably scary
as an unnamed assassin known only as “The Hunter,” hired by the dirty-dealing
security firm to dispose of Reacher, Hunter and anybody else who gets too
curious. (Given The Hunter’s ruthless efficiency, one does wonder why he keeps
sending B-teams after Reacher, as opposed to handling the assignment himself.)
Robert Knepper displays a fine
malevolent scowl as Gen. Harkness, the man apparently behind the entire
conspiracy; Madalyn Horcher makes the most of her supporting role as Sgt.
Leach, who never doubts — not for a second — that Reacher and Turner have been
railroaded.
The fight scenes are
choreographed tightly by editor Billy Weber and stunt coordinator Wade
Eastwood; the latter also helmed the action sequences in Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation. These are brutal, post-Bourne, mano a mano melees, staged for maximum,
bone-crunching tension: effective, if occasionally overlong.
The nicely sculpted supporting
roles aside, the film’s success obviously rests on Cruise’s shoulders. Although
occasionally feeling like a vanity project — Cruise finds several opportunities
to shed his shirt — such hiccups are offset by his utter sincerity in the role.
His Reacher may not be large enough to be intimidating, but Cruise definitely
projects the man’s intelligence, cunning and quiet intensity.
Along with, this time out, a bit
of humor. Among other subtle thespic skills, Cruise knows how to flick his eyes
from one direction to another, for maximum emotional impact: a small gesture,
but always telling. And his faint smiles, seen only occasionally, are equally effective.
All
told, then, this second Jack Reacher
outing is efficient popcorn entertainment: not as clever or audacious as The Accountant — which it will battle
for box-office dominance — but just about as entertaining.
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