Based
on a novel by Canadian author Michael Pye, Taking Lives’ prologue, truly
had me by the collar in terms of staging, build-up and its sly way of
establishing the killer’s morbid M.O. I was sure that I was in for something
special after that whopper of an opening! I was dead wrong!
Set and filmed mostly in Montreal/Canada, this flick once more
confirmed the MONTREAL CURSE where every USA project shot in my fair city
winds up sucking Lama raisin-nuts!
At
the end of the autopsy, I gotta blame the silly-willy script for this
one’s failure. I don’t know who TRULY wrote this screenplay (having learned with
"They" that the credited screenwriter isn’t always to blame), maybe the
producers got in there, maybe the screenplay got lost, found and rewritten
by a drunk hobo, I don’t know or care. The bottom line is that the screenplay
backing this bitch blew hard cocks with its biggest sin being that
it shamefully never capitalized on its slick premise of a killer who
changes identity like a relentless “shell crab”. I was fascinated with
the themes at hand as well as their unlimited possibilities. Too bad the film was more interested in serving up tired
clichés, mundane chase scenes, a predictable whodunit and "blah" drama as
opposed to delving into its narrative’s more compelling ideas.
Throughout,
the script hardly ever stopped insulting my intelligence and making a fool
of itself. Let's see, we had the trivial bad moves made by the police in
order to force the plot into a direction (hey Anglade...stop smoking, you've got
somebody upstairs you’re supposed to keep an eye on, dumbass!) Then,
there was the phony love story based in NOTHING which eventually made way
for one of the most robotic sex scenes ever filmed! Shit. I’ve seen more
chemistry between my right hand and toilet paper! As if that wasn’t enough, the
zero dimension characters (why was Olivier pissed 24/7 again?), the utter
waste of Kiefer Sutherland, the pathetic see-through red herrings, the
oddball character choices (I always take off my shirt when I get stabbed
with scissors…uh?), the plot holes, the lousy acting (easy
Hawke…EASY!) and the tacked on, stupid-as-Hilton ending also surfaced to
bitch slap me or crack me up.
Should
I even go into the killer’s “reason” for being the way he is? No, I
won’t…YES, I WILL! We got another “my mommy didn’t pay attention to
me so now I kill people” type of murderer history. PLEAAAAAASE! That crud
is so played out! My parents paid more attention to our pet hamster than
me throughout my childhood, you don’t see me offing my neighbors and
stealing their driver’s license today (well to be fair… I didn’t get
caught yet). Enough with this craptastic motive! Let’s get creative,
screenwriters of the world, and come up with something fresh already! I
would rather NOT have any background info on a celluloid loony than ever
having to hear this DRIVEL again.
On
the slight bright side, Angelina Jolie’s performance was "on the ball"
throughout with her being the most convincing player of the lot. Love her
or hate her, nobody can deny that she has talent and that the camera
simply adores her. The last good vibration I got off this mess was its razor
photography coupled with its skillfully moody directing. I particularly
grooved on the use of close ups to communicate Illeana’s perceptive
nature. Very slick! Sadly, that was all she wrote for the good stuff!
All
in all, "Taking Lives" was a good looking clunker. A film that so wanted to
be up to SE7EN caliber (going as far as RIPPING OFF its opening
credits) but due to its “Ashley Judd thriller of the month script”,
failed miserably. Get ready for MUCHO unintentional laughter with
this one (like the Martinez back hand slap…lol!), especially if you’re
a native of Montreal. You haven’t lived until you’ve seen 3 French
(from France) actors playing 3 French Quebecers. COME ON! At least try
to have a Quebec accent! It’s akin to having British actors playing
Americans without changing the accent. Take this life and shove it!!