Avenging Angelo (2002) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) and Tuna |
Warning: mega-spoilers Sylvester Stallone, Bruce Willis and Arnold Schwarzenegger, the three great action heroes of the past two decades, have all arrived at a career crossroad. The action path is coming to an end, and the shirtless days are all but over. Which path should they follow now?
The Avenging Angelo role wasn't bad for Sly. He's on the right track when it comes to finding a correct fit for his abilities. He plays the dedicated bodyguard of a kindly old mob boss (Zorba the Godfather, in his last movie). Zorba is assassinated on Rocky Balboa's watch, so the Rock knows that he now has to protect Zorba's daughter (Madeleine Stowe). Unfortunately, Zorba's daughter is a bored suburban trophy wife, doesn't know that she is the daughter of a mob boss, and doesn't take Rock's protection offer very seriously until she is the victim of an attempted assassination while shopping in a ritzy mall. |
Did I mention that it's a romantic comedy? Well, a dramedy would be more accurate, I guess. Yeah, I know. It sounds like it sucks as a comedy premise, and if the movie doesn't actually suck, it does at least inhale very deeply, but not really because of the premise. I think that the premise was actually reasonable as a Stallone vehicle, and Stallone himself did OK in the role, but the script is just a weak and inappropriate mixture of menace and comedy. |
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Stowe looks absolutely magnificent. I have never seen a 45 year old woman look so good (right). Unfortunately she has no chemistry with any of her male co-stars, and the comedy falls flat. The drama falls even flatter. The plot requires the audience to accept one of the most ludicrous coincidences in screen history. An author whose work Stowe loves, a sexy Italian man whose books she has virtually memorized, is actually the hit man of the rival mob family which is trying to kill her. Being the world's most beloved author is just his cover! Well, it is an effective cover. Stowe feels completely comfortable being alone with him since she's been reading his books and listening to his lectures for a decade. Would you expect J.D. Salinger to be a mafia hit man? |
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It's an effective cover, but kind of unlikely, to say the least. If you tell me that some obscure writer like Howard Hunt is really a spy or a mob boss, OK, that could be. But if you tell me that Thomas Pynchon or Umberto Eco or Tom Clancy is really a hit man, I'd have to think you were only talking to me temporarily, until the white coat guys get you in their butterfly nets. Hello, Chuck Barris! The best part of it is that the author-slash-hitman didn't make any attempt to contact Stowe. It was she that initiated their relationship by inviting him to speak at her Ladies' Club. Assume you are a hit man assigned to kill Woman X. Here is your plan. You find out what kind of books she likes. You spend two or three decades writing that kind of book, then you wait for her to contact you! When you get alone with her, you strike! Now THAT'S deep cover. And after all that planning, it didn't even work. Rocky Balboa figured it out, and was there to save her. |
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The writer's explanation at the end of the film? He became a writer and just wrote some shit books to maintain his cover. He got them published through his mob connections. Their success was a complete surprise to him. |
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