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The A-Team is really no better or worse than a whole bunch of other steroid studio-built extravaganzas, but the cumulative effect of these stunts-aplenty window-crashing-fireball-exploding-freeway-chasing-rocket-launching shoot-outs is numbing.
Fans of explosions, machine guns, brutal fisticuffs and elaborate set pieces that fuse digital effects with impressive practical stunts will get their fill as the A-Team, class of '10, accomplishes its mission -- and exactly according to plan.
This is a movie that could have gotten away with making only a little bit of sense had it more superpowers or superstars. Neeson doesn't quite count since he's made the mistake of giving a performance.
The film's featherweight tone and self-conscious excess would be a lot more palatable if everyone didn't seem so insufferably pleased with themselves. The film acts as if it's won the race before the starting gun has even been fired.
"Sex and the City 2 for dudes"? "A Bourne film with frontal-lobe damage"? Pithy descriptions don't come easy after a brain-fragmenting experience like this movie version of the unaccountably popular '70s TV show.
Like the Sex and the City sequel, it is an example of the cinema of excess, except that this time we're talking boys' toys, and instead of offering the joys of conspicuous consumption, the spectacle is one of wholesale destruction.
How it is interesting to watch a movie in which the "action" is essentially colorful abstractions? Isn't it more satisfying if you know where everyone is, and what they're doing, and how they're doing it in real time?
Frankly, a little less budgeting for visual effects -- in exchange for more physicality and sharper character interplay -- would have improved matters, but the pic still works moderately well as the equivalent of a mindless B-movie.