The trailer for Amazonβs reportedly troubled $250m action-comedy shows that it might just be weightless action mush
Red One, the upcoming Christmas movie from Amazon, is arguably among the most talked-about of the year. However, until now, the conversation has had little to do with the film itself. Instead, Red One looks set to go down in history as the film that tanked Dwayne βThe Rockβ Johnsonβs reputation.
For the newcomers: in April, The Wrap ran a feature about exactly how troubled Red Oneβs production allegedly was, with several insiders pointing to The Rockβs chronic unwillingness to work as a key factor. Among claims of his wrongdoing, The Rock was accused of repeatedly showing up eight hours late to set, and also making his assistant dispose of bottles of his own urine that heβd fill when he couldnβt be bothered to walk to a bathroom.
Peter Finch won a posthumous Oscar for his uproarious performance as a swivel-eyed news anchor β a cross between Billy Graham and Donald Trump
βThe time has come to say β¦ is βdehumanisationβ such a bad word?β The speaker is Howard Beale, the sweat-drenched, swivel-eyed TV news anchor in this classic 1976 satire from screenwriter Paddy Chayevsky and director Sidney Lumet, now on rerelease. Depressed by the loss of his wife and by getting fired due to dwindling audiences, Beale proclaims he will kill himself live on air and is then re-hired as a colossal popular and then populist success, his celebrity delirium turning him into a crazy prophet, telling millions of Americans to scream out of the window that they are as mad as hell and not going to take it any more. Beale is a mixture of Billy Graham, radio star Orson Welles telling America the Martians are coming, and that notorious ratings-obsessive Donald Trump.
Network finds its place in the distinctive Hollywood tradition of showing TV as meretricious, mindless and corrupt β¦ as opposed, presumably, to movies. Itβs a classic 70s mainstreamer, a terrifically well-made, well-written talking point to put alongside other richly enjoyable small-screen dramas such as Robert Aldrichβs The Killing of Sister George from 1968, James L Brooksβs Broadcast News in 1987, Robert Redfordβs Quiz Show from 1994 β and Antonio Camposβs Christine, about Christine Chubbuck, the American TV news reporter who in 1974 really did kill herself live on the air. Chayevsky denied she was the inspiration for this film. Peter Finch gives an uproarious performance as Beale, for which he posthumously won the best actor Oscar after succumbing to a fatal heart attack in the lobby of the Beverly Hills Hotel β a fate hardly less satirical or poignant than Bealeβs own.
Pine writes, directs and stars β alongside Danny DeVito and Annette Bening β in this rambling comedy mystery about a shaggy, quirky pool attendant
Chris Pine is usually a likable screen presence but heβs let down here by a flimsy script and over-indulgent direction β which could have something to do with the co-screenwriter (Chris Pine) and the first-time director (er, Chris Pine). You can see what he was going for: a knockabout stoner neo-noir paying homage to old-school Los Angeles, but this is more like Chinatown without the savagery, or Inherent Vice without the brains, or The Big Lebowski without the drugs.
Pineβs character is very much a watered-down version of Jeff Bridgesβ Dude (the strongest thing he consumes is an egg cream mocktail). Heβs a shaggy, aimless slacker who lives in a trailer next to the apartment-complex pool he tends with zen-like focus. As his character name, Darren Barrenman, forewarns, heβs little more than a collection of quirks: he makes origami gifts; meditates underwater at the bottom of his pool; types soul-baring letters to Erin Brockovich. He also dresses in short shorts and a pink blazer, but later seems to have a bottomless dressing-up wardrobe, and regularly campaigns about public transport at the city council with the aid of hand-made dioramas. None of this really makes any sense.