Apr 26, 2012
Man, with the still inferior, though also very cheesy "It's All About Love", and now this, Joaquin Phoenix seemed to have been falling into the shameful grounds of cheese around the mid-2000s. Man, remember when Joaquin Phoenix was cool? Yeah, me neither, because, as awesome as his acting and name are, he was never really that much of a hardcore man's man. I mean, even in "Gladiator", where he was playing a corrupt, evil king that took his throne through the brutal, guiltless killing of his own father, he still came back one of the wimpiest corrupt kings ever portrayed in modern film, and now, he's playing a fireman, a real man's profession, and yet, they somehow managed to make that come off as cheesy, which would explain why there is some certain dilution of consequence in the air here, if the reason isn't the fact that Joaquin Phoenix was never in any real danger, because if he got burned up, then he would just be reborn from the ashes. Phoenix mythology jokes, anyone? Well, eitherway, whether it be because I thought that Phoenix would just be reborn from the ashes in which he died or simply because the film glorifies our leads a little too much, there's some undeniable tone-down in consequencial feel here. Of course, while it's not as consistent as it could have been, there is some undeniable tension here and there, though not quite enough to fully drown out the cheese and many other flaws that pull you right back into of the fire, so to speak.
Really, the most surprising survival in this film has to be the fire, itself, because it's hard to believe that the flames would sustain form in an atmosphere this borderline airless, with Jay Russell's storytelling falling short on oomph, while almost entirely falling off the radar, when it comes to comfortable story flow, as the film will drop points of exposition, characterization and general transition with such sloppy sudden abruptness, while focusing way too hard and long on what story segment it does fall upon, that the film is left tonally inconsistent, leaving story substance to land a mighty blow, while other amateur mistakes lay down additional damage. While a story of this type are rarely this sloppily told, on the whole, this is the same thing that you've seen over and over again, and hardly with a new coat of paint, as the film falls into convention, after convention, after convention, and that includes conventional missteps in films of this type. The dialogue in this film is hit-or-miss, but when it does miss, it's way off, plagued by too much machismo, or rather, ma-cheese-mo, if not simple cheesiness that's anything but manly, to the point of being borderline, if not certainly embarassing, nor even mildly original, for that matter. You're going to think that I'm kidding, but this film has everything from a brief usage of, "Okay, who's the wise guy?" to two - yes, "two" - usages of Danny Glover's certainly trademark catchphrase from "Lethal Weapon", which I'm not going to repeat, partially because no one should have to say it again, and in this film, they paused for a second, as though they were dramatically presenting it. Still, the cheesiness and genericism in the dialogue is matched, if not outdone by William Ross's score, or rather, his iTunes download cart, because there's no way he came up with these pieces, as they are so absurdly familiar and generic, with the only evidence to support the idea that they were done by a different person being the fact that I don't remember these score pieces being this overinspired to the point of being overbearingly overambitious and cheesy. Not even the score makes it out of this film without going tainted by too much glorification, and with the script and storytelling being just as generic and overbearingly glorified to the point of being saccharine, the final product's human value and uniqueness goes all but lost in the flames. However, while it doesn't make it out with plenty of burns and scratches, the film has enough fine aspects to pull it out of the heat just enough for it to have some degree of human touch, or, at the very least, plenty of charm.
As overbearing as the film's ambitions are, it's intentions remain noble, and there is some definate charm within those ambitions, and while they do help in tainting the film's humanity, they still liven things up enough to hold your attention. Something else that taints the film with its manipulation, but to the point of breaking you has to be Will Ross' iTunes download cart, which features overbearing selections, yet ones that do hit the occasional golden track that really fits to create some tension in the handful of dangerous scenarios, as well as even emotion during the more emotional moments, especially at the admittedly pretty powerful ending that, well, in all honesty, had me choking up a bit. Still, what really pumps this film with enough charm, emotion and overall life is the one thing that's anything but amateur: the acting. Sure, there are few moments where our cast of sharp talents really get to shine, yet they really deliver with human layers and chemistry that may go betrayed by Jay Russell's spotty resonance and Lewis Colick's overbearing screenplay, yet still have enough power in them to compel the audience and even make effective some the bigger potentially fall-flat moments of resonance, from charming development of comradery to the powerful, darker and more emotional moments, that it really carries through, while growing stronger and stronger as the film progresses and gives our strong leads with more of the sharp material that they deserve and deliver upon pretty excellently. The cast, plagued by inhuman glorification, could have, if not decidedly would have destroyed the humanity and uniqueness in the cast, and yet, our performers, with much ever-intensifying skill, transcend the dehumanization and create distinctive, yet equally compelling human leads, particularly Joaquin Phoenix as the audience's engaging avatar and generally compelling lead, especially when Phoenix really delivers on emotion and transformativeness as the Jack Morrison character finds himself unraveling from the spirited and ambitious charisma that he started out as, to a broken, tragically over experienced man that had seen and faced more than anyone should have to. Sure, while the leads give the film a lot of humanity, most every department is working against them, so they hardly come close to fully redeeming the film and making it genuinely good. However, our performers are easily one of - nay - the single grandest reason why this film is as enjoyable as it is, and while potential does go squandered by the orchestrators offscreen, it's hard not be drawn to the screen by the consistently strong talents onscreen.
When the flames die down, some disappointment emerges, kept alive by painfully conventional and cheesy writing, made all the cheesier by an overbearing and generic score, as well as Jay Russell's glorified and occasionally uneven direction, yet what powers enjoyment past the disappointment are golden moments of effectiveness - particularly at that praisably worth-waiting-for strong latter part and final, amazing ending - and consistent charm, but most of all, the cast's electric charm, chemistry and, at times, emotion that gives them the humanity that could have been lost in the fires of sappiness, as well as "Ladder 49" the strength to stand as a generally entertaining and ultimately quite enjoyable study on the highs, lows and all around life of heroes.
2.5/5 - Fair
Verified