HOLLYWOOD – Gerard Butler is to film London Has Fallen sequel, following Donald Trump election victory.
London Has Fallen – the sequel to the bafflingly popular Olympus Has Fallen – was a huge hit and has prompted producers to go ahead with plans to make a third film and thus complete the Has Fallen trilogy. Babak Najafi takes over directing duties from Antoine Fuqua who bowed out with the excuse that the script was weak, something that didn’t seem to bother Antoine about Southpaw, or The Equalizer, or Brooklyn’s Finest.
Gerard Butler crashed through the plate glass skylight of the Studio Exec bungalow to dish the dirt on the closing film of his ‘Has Fallen’ trilogy.
We are talking escalation. First of all, it was the White House that was under attack. Basically a building. Then we wanted to go bigger and better so we went for London Has Fallen. An entire city under terrorist attack. And now the new film will be The Earth Has Fallen. And I think anyone watching the news will know what we mean.
Science Fact! Terrorists are taking over space and are going to target the President of the United States Aaron Eckhart by blowing up the planet Earth and only his loyal secret service bodyguard Mike Banning can save the day.
Exactly. Morgan Freeman had the idea because he was in Deep Impact and he reckoned he could use some of the same lines. There are gonna be so many explosions but then I save the President of the United States.
And the world?
Oh no, the world’s fucked. It blows up. But I save the President and the Vice President and we live on the Moon. Antoine Fuqua is going to direct it. He likes the script.
SOUTHPAW – REVIEW: Rocky 5 without the intellectual heft: Donnie Darko punches people, but when his True Detective Season 2 wife is killed Donnie feels like the Prince of Persia and needs the Ghost Dog Butler to help him buck his ideas up.
Boxing movies are weird because essentially boxing is one of those things which is chronically dull and violent, outside of the movie theater. With the one exception that proves the rule – Muhammad Ali – boxers are generally nasty pieces of work without the wit or will to say anything interesting. Jake Gyllenhaal plays Billy (The Great White) Hope, a light heavy weight fighter who is at the top of his game but with the encouragement of his wife Maureen (Rachel McAdams) has one eye on the door before he gets his ticket to Palookaville. They have a little daughter who is just lovely.
When his wife gets killed in a confusing and weird scene, Billy goes to pieces, loses everything including his mansion and daughter and must start once more from the bottom. He goes to an old gym where he finds old trainer Tick Wills (Forest Whitaker) and begins his arduous climb back to the big time.
Gyllenhaal, it has to be said, is excellent, but one wishes that Antoine Fuqua (nominative determinism anyone?) had put as much dedication into the picture as his lead. Fuqua loves his aerial shots of a city at night and he uses them with televisual regularity. The fights are well done but the story is so predictable as to be almost infuriating. The manager played by 50 Cent is so worthless that one of the other characters predicts his worthlessness a good twenty minutes before it proves to be so. The villainous fighter is an actual villain. Even Rocky had the good sense to see that Apollo Creed’s villainy was pantomime and to deconstruct it into a gay love affair by Rocky III. Nope, Billy’s Columbian rival Escobar (Jesus!) is as slimy as his namesake, with a skanky missus (Rita Ora) to boot and everything is strictly by the numbers. We have the training session, the inspired youngster, the trainer’s grumpiness acceding to respect and a seriousness of tone, totally out of keeping with the thin fare on offer.
There are more good boxing movies than there are good boxing matches – check out John Huston’s Fat City – but rather than light heavy weight, Southpaw is more bantam.