Movie Review: The Sum of All Fears

The Sum of All Fears (2002) 

Directed by Phil Alden Robinson

Written by Paul Attanasio, Daniel Pyne 

Starring Ben Affleck, Morgan Freeman, Bridget Moynihan, James Cromwell, Liev Schreiber 

Release Date May 31st, 2002 

Published May 29th, 2002 

SPOILER WARNING!!! 

The City of Baltimore gets blown up by a nuclear in the new Jack Ryan adventure, The Sum of All Fears, during the Super Bowl in Baltimore, and no one cares. That's the spoiler. Aside from this truly bizarre occurrence, The Sum of All Fears is a serviceable action movie with the wrong leading man. It's a fine action thriller bogged down by a performance by Ben Affleck that simply doesn't work. 

Tom Clancy's signature character Jack Ryan has become a sort of everyman version of Batman. He's your average, workaday CIA agent who, on occasion, is called upon to single-handedly prevent catastrophic world tragedies. The parallels extend off the big screen as well with the Ryan character having the same revolving door casting. The role originated with Alec Baldwin and then to its iconic image, Harrison Ford, and now to Ben Affleck. Sadly, Affleck's Ryan is reminiscent of George Clooney's Batman.

Trying to make sense of how Jack has actually gotten younger since his last adventure is a waste of time, just suspend disbelief and absorb yourself in the intrigue of espionage and politics. After the death of the Russian President, CIA analyst Jack Ryan is called upon to profile the new president named Nemarov, well played by the heretofore-unknown Ciaran Hinds. Ryan is an expert on Nemarov, having predicted his ascendancy to the presidency years before. 

CIA head Cabot (Morgan Freeman) has Jack accompany him on a trip to Russia to meet the president and inspect a nuclear weapons plant. While inspecting the plant Ryan notices three scientists are missing. The disappearance of the scientists leads to the discovery of a plot to smuggle a black market nuclear weapon into the U.S. Ryan is then teamed with an undercover operative named John Clark (Liev Schreiber, surprisingly effective). While Clark tracks the weapon, Ryan must convince his superiors that the Russians aren't involved in the plot.

Ryan and Clark are too late and the bomb explodes in the middle of the Super bowl, killing millions and nearly killing President Fowler, played by James Cromwell. Once the bomb explodes, our worst fears are nearly realized as the two super powers amp up their arsenals for worldwide nuclear war. The films nuclear explosion and its aftermath are jarringly realistic in wake of real life events, but the producers bow to political correctness making the terrorists Nazi's instead of Clancy's use of Arabs. I can see the producers point, that maybe Arab terrorists might be insensitive, but then blowing up the city of Baltimore in the middle of the Super Bowl isn't exactly comforting.

Jack Ryan not only has explosions and terrorists to deal with, he is also saddled with a lame subplot romance with Bridget Moynihan, playing the role once held by Anne Archer. In the previous films, Ryan is married to her. In Sum of All Fears it's a burgeoning relationship that lacks depth and purpose. Moynihan's character is entirely unnecessary, she adds nothing to the film except lead to the joke in the trailer where Freeman tells Ben to tell her why he has to cancel their date and she doesn't believe him. 

She also participates in the films tacked on happy ending where evil is punished and our hero picnics in the park across from the White House. The scene is rather casual considering the City of Baltimore was erased from the planet just days before traumatizing the entire country amid The Super Bowl. Despite those problems, director Phil Alden Robinson deftly handles action and suspense and does an admirable job of translating Clancy's mixture of military fact and dramatic fiction. Paul Attanasio no doubt helped the adapted screenplay along with a rewrite by Oscar winner Akiva Goldsman.

The weakest link in Sum Of All Fears is Ben Affleck, one of my favorite actors. Ben just doesn't carry the dramatic weight to be taken seriously as a guy consulting the President of the United States and the President of Russia. Harrison Ford benefited from his past action hero glory as iconic characters Han Solo and Indiana Jones, those roles gave Ford credibility as a guy who could be trusted to save the world and scream at the President, the iconic retort, 'How dare you, Sir!' 

The fact of the matter is there is no reason for Affleck's character to be called Jack Ryan. The name is merely a marketing tool. Just a way to put butts in the seats via something they find familiar. With the character growing younger and Affleck's lack of Ford-like credibility, the film might have been better served by giving him a different name. Keep the title and call him Jim Taylor or some other bland name and keep Jack Ryan for some other story. 

The Sum Of All Fears is a suspenseful action ride that suffers only for it's poor choice in leading man. Though again I must point out that Affleck is one of my favorites, he is just not right for Jack Ryan. Affleck is best known as a smartass romantic from Kevin Smith’s Chasing Amy and as the deeply flawed but likable character’s from Bounce, Good Will Hunting and Changing Lanes. In Sum Of All Fears he's called upon to do things that just don't fit what we know of him. The passion for the part is there but not the “save the world” credibility of Ford.

The Sum Of All Fears with Harrison Ford could have been an exciting summer blockbuster but with Affleck it's a rentable movie if you have nothing else to do.

Movie Review Gigli

Gigli (2003) 

Directed by Martin Brest 

Written by Martin Brest 

Starring Ben Affleck, Jennifer Lopez, Justin Bartha 

Release Date August 1st, 2003 

Published August 1st, 2003 

In Hollywood history, there have been some monumental disasters. MGM's failure to recognize that the musical had run it's course led to the massive bombs Kiss Me Kate and Paint Your Wagon. The vanity of stars Warren Beatty and Dustin Hoffman lead to the disastrous release of Ishtar Ishtar. And, of course, the greatest disaster of all time the, the costliest bomb in Hollywood history is 1963's Cleopatra.

With history in mind, where does the Ben Affleck-Jennifer Lopez disaster Gigli rank in this pantheon? Though it wasn't as costly as Cleopatra or as awful as Ishtar, Gigli is remarkable for taking two very appealing actors and turning them into two of the worst, most annoying characters ever put to film. Gigli somehow cost more than 75 million dollars to make and you can't see any of that money on the screen. If you told me that there was evidence that Gigli was the result of a The Producers style scam betting on its failure, I would believe you. 

The film's title, Gigli, is pronounced Gee-ly, or as  Ben Affleck explains in an embarrassing voiceover, his character’s name rhymes with Really, as in really, really dull. Affleck is Larry Gigli, a low level mob enforcer who, when we first meet him, is explaining to a potential victim what might happen if you put a human being in an industrial size clothes dryer and put it on permanent press. Whether this monologue is supposed to be humorous or menacing is a perfect example of the numerous problems with the film, which can't decide on a tone or genre. The monologue lands in a place where it isn't funny or menacing. 

From there, we move into the film’s plot. The story of Gigli centers on Larry kidnapping the mentally challenged brother of a federal prosecutor. As played by Justin Bartha, the character of Brian is yet another of those idealized Hollywood versions of the mentally handicapped, who exhibits his mentally challenged qualities with tics and through an obsession with the TV show Baywatch, which he calls 'The Baywatch.' 

The kidnapping goes quite smoothly but Larry's mob bosses don't think he can handle the job. Enter an independent mob contractor named Ricki (Lopez). Ricki's job is to keep an eye on Larry and the kid and be Larry's love interest. Of course, that is complicated by the fact that Ricki is a lesbian. Nevertheless, the film grinds forward on the premise that Larry is so charming that even a lesbian might be intrigued enough to give him a try. UGH! 

Once Ricki is introduced, we are treated to a series of exasperating and incomprehensible scenes featuring some of the worst dialogue in film history. The lines that have gotten most of the attention are the lead up to the big sex scene. For some reason when Ricki decides, at least temporarily, to switch teams, she says to Larry, quote "It's Turkey time, gobble gobble". What in God's name does that mean? Is it a reference to oral sex? Turkey's don't gobble, that's just our closest approximation to what we think Turkey's sound like. I'm over-thinking this, but still. What? Now, in fairness, there does appear to be a scene missing that might have given context to that dialogue but even so I can't imagine any scene that would make that dialogue sexy.

Another dialogue piece that has received notice is a pair of monologues celebrating the male and female genitalia. The monologues are well thought out and if delivered correctly could have been witty, insightful, even sexy. However, as delivered by Affleck and Lopez and contextualized by director Martin Brest, they are flat, ineffectual filler. Affleck delivers his monologue through the single worst accent in film history and Lopez delivers hers with an air of disaffection that connotes boredom when it's supposed to evoke, at the least, lust. It doesn't help that Brest lights the scene as if it was a rehearsal setup and employs a score that tries desperately to manipulate the audience into giving a damn.

Speaking of the score, it's one of the classic signs of a bad movie when you begin to make not of the film score. As employed by director Martin Brest, the score of Gigli helps to muddle the film’s tone and confuse its genre classification. Is this supposed to be a comedy, a romantic comedy, a drama? Determining a film’s genre has never been important to me. I believe a good film transcends any classification. However, when a film is so confused with its intentions it helps to be able to fall back on its own classification as a way of determining the director's intent. With Gigli, it's completely unclear what anyone intended this movie to be. 

I didn't want to believe that Ben Affleck could make a film as bad as everyone said this was. Affleck has been a favorite of mine for a while thanks to his stellar work with Kevin Smith and especially his self-effacing humor on the commentary tracks of the Smith film DVDs. Those commentary tracks are as funny as the movies they are about and Affleck is especially funny. So watching Gigli is that much more disheartening. Say what you will about Daredevil or Bounce, I liked both of those films, and Phantoms is at least good for a cheap laugh. Gigli has no redeeming values at all, it's simply horrendous and so is Ben's performance in it.

Sadly, a terrible performance is nothing new for Jennifer Lopez who seems to be settling into mediocrity like a comfortable sweater. Her ineffectual pop tunes and droning romantic comedies like Maid In Manhattan are the perfect primer for Gigli. I cannot be surprised to find her picking up another paycheck as she ineffectually contorts to whatever is written on the scripted page, no matter how insane the script may be. After her work in Out Of Sight and The Cell, I thought maybe she had something but since becoming a superstar J-Lo has decided to coast on her looks and image and simply pick up a paycheck.

As for Director Martin Brest, well God only knows what he was thinking as he put this mess down on paper and then on the screen. Brest hasn't made a good film since, well has he actually made a good film? Beverly Hills Cop was good but likely would not have been without the whirling dervish performance by Eddie Murphy. Then there is Scent Of A Woman, the highly overrated film that won Al Pacino an Oscar for best actor. Coming as it did at a time when sympathy for Pacino was running quite high, people unwilling to question Pacino allowed that film to skate on Pacino's reputation and forgave its many flaws. And how can anyone forget Brest's most recent travesty, Meet Joe Black, in which Brest took the very charismatic Brad Pitt and managed to suck out every last bit of charisma in him.

So maybe the pre-release buzz that focused on Affleck and Lopez's offscreen romance should have paid more attention to the director who may skate again thanks to his being overlooked in favor of his stars. It is Martin Brest who put this mess together and directed these completely misguided performances. And yet, it doesn't appear that Brest will take the brunt of the blame for it. Which he should, this thing is his fault. Forget about Ben and Jen and the tabloid nonsense for a moment and turn your scorn toward the director of this mess. Ben and Jen aren't blameless but Martin Brest is responsible for their humiliation.