The flashy Denzel Washington thriller Safe House will probably gross in a few hours what Steven Soderbergh's Haywire has
made in several weeks, but if you like action you ought to catch both
back to back. Soderbergh's film is a reaction to the jangled,
high-impact style of Safe House and its ilk.
Which is not to say I didn't have a good time with Denzel and company's slick, state-of-the-art engineering. Safe House
is fashioned to suit Washington's most successful persona: the bad guy
who's so cool that he inspires you even as he poses a threat to the
social order. He plays Tobin Frost, a CIA agent who wrote the book on
modern interrogations before becoming the company's most notorious
traitor. Now, he has no allegiances and no relationships outside of work
— he only takes pleasure in old and expensive wine.
As
the movie opens, Frost is selling especially incendiary intelligence in
South Africa when he's set upon by unknown assassins — who are expert
enough to scare him into taking refuge at the nearby American Embassy,
where at least he knows he won't be killed. Promptly arrested, he's
transported to a safe house managed by frustrated junior agent Matt
Weston, played by Ryan Reynolds. As Weston watches more senior agents
interrogate Frost, the safe house is breached, and with gunfire coming
closer, he finds himself alone with the soft-talking traitor, who tells
Weston that he must protect him.
After
everyone else is shot down, Weston escapes with Frost in handcuffs, not
sure where he's going but committed to prove himself by keeping the
infamous ex-agent in custody. Amid all the car chases and bullet
dodging, Frost works to psych Weston out, in part by planting doubts
about his relationships with his superiors and even his French doctor
girlfriend.
By the middle of Safe House,
I predicted every twist to come but was goggle-eyed anyway. Director
Daniel Espinosa is a Swede who has studied state-of-the-art Euro
thrillers by Luc Besson, and above all the Bourne pictures. Safe House
is color-coordinated down to the glossy, tutti-frutti storage units in
one of the chase scenes. It's full of jump-cuts and fights in which the
careening, hand-held camera goes tight on the blows and counter-blows
and glass-and furniture-smashing. The stunt work is superb, but the
movie is focused more on jolts than the actors' athleticism.
Steven Soderbergh, on the other hand, made Haywire
as a vehicle for Gina Carano, a mixed-martial-arts champion given to
single-minded pummelings. And as one of the few major directors who work
as their own cinematographers — under the name "Peter Andrews" — he's
unusually sensitive to where the camera is in relation to the actors.
Here, he explicitly goes against action fashion by keeping a respectful
distance, allowing us to ogle his leading lady from stem to stern.
She's something to see. As an espionage agent betrayed by forces
unknown, Carano doesn't move like an actor but an athlete — someone
trained to channel emotion rather than exhibit it, to conserve energy
rather than expend it. The fights are staged and shot so that we can
almost but not quite calculate her next move along with her. She's
always faster — and meaner — than we expect, ever ready to swivel, kick
out a limb and squeeze a windpipe shut between rock-hard thighs.
Soderbergh tends to have one thesis idea per film and stick with it, sometimes to a fault. In Haywire,
he's so wedded to that objective camera that parts of the film seem
under-energized, making me wish for just one or two high-octane
close-ups to put a nice brutal button on a fight. I prefer what Brad
Bird does in 2011's best action film, Mission: Impossible — Ghost Protocol,
cunningly alternating long shots to establish the bodies in the space
with head-snapping close-ups. But I applaud Soderbergh for reminding us
that action — like dance, like gymnastics — can be savored from afar
instead of so close it makes us motion-sick. Who goes to movies to be
sick?
http://www.npr.org/2012/02/10/146644450/safe-house-haywire-watch-them-back-to-back
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