Soul Assassin (2001) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
Grade-B international thriller set in Amsterdam. Skeet Ulrich plays the latest, youngest vice-president of an international personal security firm which specializes in providing bodyguards for corporate personnel stationed in lawless environments like Central Asia or Louisiana. |
He's so thrilled with his promotion that he thinks it is time to pop the question to his girl, a conservative banking consultant who is not thrilled with his promotion, because she thinks his job is too creepy. He has ordered a florist to deliver some flowers with the "will you marry me?" card, but the florist seems to arrive heavily armed and promptly assassinates the girlfriend. Distraught by what he thinks is his own responsibility for her death, and frustrated by the seeming carelessness of the police, he resolves to conduct his own investigation. The investigation turns up some surprises. |
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It's one of those films where nothing is as it seems and the solutions are always the least likely possibilities, like the assassination actually had nothing to do with him, but was really intended to bump off the girlfriend, who was soon to be named by President Bush as the fourth member of the Axis of Evil, or something. And maybe it even turns out that Skeet isn't even Skeet. Maybe he's been raised since early childhood with subconscious programming to become the fifth member of the Axis of Evil. Or maybe the actor isn't even Skeet Ulrich. Maybe it's Johnny Depp doing a Skeet Ulrich impersonation. |
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Jeez, I need a new first name, something like Skeet or Viggo. Anyway, the film is difficult to follow, and overly stylized. More than half of it is presented through a dark blue filter. It is filled with rock video techniques: sudden speed-ups for no reason, far too many cuts, strobe effects, swooshing noises when the camera movies, wildly inappropriate background music, flashbacks within flashbacks within dreams. You know, the whole MTV drill. It's just a poor film in general. The only thing I really was impressed by was a claustrophobic shoot-out in a narrow Amsterdam canal, in which the target was in a slow boat and the assassins were firing away from buildings on both sides. |
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