SYNOPSIS: Six years after the events of “Deadpool 2” comes “Deadpool & Wolverine,” a new superhero movie starring Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman, and now playing in theatres.
Now working as a used car salesman, Wade Wilson (Reynolds) has retired his wisecracking mercenary Deadpool persona. His life is up-ended when the Time Variance Authority (TVA) enlists him to undertake a new mission with another reluctant superhero Wolverine (Jackman).
“Wade, you are special,” says TVA agent Mr. Paradox (Macfadyen). “This is your chance to be a hero among heroes.”
CAST: Ryan Reynolds, Hugh Jackman, Rhett Reese, Emma Corrin, Matthew Macfadyen, Paul Wernick, Zeb Wells. Directed by Shawn Levy.
REVIEW: If the word bombastic took steroids it might come close to describing the R-rated “Deadpool & Wolverine.” Vulgar, gory with a “whiff of necrophilia” and irreverence to burn, it’s a showcase for the bromance stylings of its stars, who pull out all the stops to lovingly put a cap on Fox’s Marvel movies. “Disney bought Fox,” Deadpool explains, “[so there’s] that whole boring rights issue.”
At the film’s start, it takes some doing to explain Wolverine/Logan’s return from the dead—“Nothing will bring you back to life faster than a big bag of Marvel cash,” Deadpool says to Wolverine’s remains.—but once that convoluted (but action-packed) set-up is out of the way, the film barrels through plot with both fists flailing.
Before, during and after the big, bloody action sequences the movie cheekily blurs the line between on-screen and off-screen life. Deadpool obnoxiously calls Logan “Hugh,” and even takes a jab at jackman’s recent divorce. Later he leeringly mentions “Gossip Girl,” the show that made Reynolds’s wife, Blake Lively, famous.
That fourth-wall-breaking riffing suits Reynolds’s trademark delivery, and sets the self-aware “Deadpool” movies apart from other superhero films. ““Fox killed him,” Deadpool says of Wolverine. “Disney brought him back. They’re gonna make him do this till he’s 90!”
Humor has a place in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU), in Tony Stark’s one-liners, in Taika Waititi era “Thor” movies and “Guardians of the Galaxy” to name a handful of examples, but none of those subversively poke fun at superhero movies and themselves in the way “Deadpool & Wolverine” does. What other MCU movie would self-deprecatingly admit that the characters are entering the multiverse “at a bit of a low point”?
Jackman mostly plays it straight, acting as a soundboard for “the Merc with the Mouth’s” one liners. Filled with regret over past events, the self-loathing Wolverine is a hard drinking mutant, in full comic book costume, who reluctantly embraces heroism.
Wolverine provides the story’s heart as a counterpoint to Deadpool’s constant quipping.
Both characters may be physically indestructible, but their psyches aren’t. Both are tortured, and when the movie isn’t gushing blood or cracking wise, it’s about lost souls and their search for redemption. That story chord is a grace note that often gets lost amid the film’s cacophonic action, but is a welcome relief from the constant clatter.
A love letter to the now by-gone Fox era of superhero films, “Deadpool & Wolverine” ushers in a new epoch overstuffed with overkill, cameos, Easter eggs, juvenile humour and a villain who reads minds by thrusting their fingers into their victim’s heads. It’s fun fan service, and a good time at the movies, even if the experience of watching it sometimes feels like being on the inside of a blender set to puree.
SYNOPSIS: “The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare,” a comedic Guy Ritchie World War II movie starring Henry Cavill and Alan Ritchson, and now streaming on Amazon Prime, is the mostly true story of an outlaw band of violent rogues and outlaws put together by British Prime Minister Winston Churchill to neutralize Hitler’s fleet of German U-boats during World War II. “We both know that I’m not very popular with the administration,” says Gus March-Phillips (Henry Cavill). “The reason they find you unattractive,” says Brigadier Gubbins (Cary Elwes), “is the very reason I find you attractive.”
CAST: Henry Cavill, Eiza González, Alan Ritchson, Henry Golding and Alex Pettyfer. Directed, co-written and co-produced by Guy Ritchie.
REVIEW: This story of charismatic rule breakers doesn’t break any new ground for director Ritchie, but it does deliver the kind of slick spectacle you expect from one of his films; the violence is exaggerated, with the kind of body count usually reserved for John Wick movies, the dialogue is cheeky and there’s pyrotechnics to spare. It’s a World War II movie via breezy comic book storytelling, so don’t expect a history lesson, expect the kind of charismatic antiheroes Ritchie has made a career of documenting, with a nod to “Inglorious Basterds.”
The ugly work of killing Nazis is performed by an undeniably handsome, square-jawed cast. Now on the other side of the DC Universe, Cavill lets loose, launching the same kind of charm offensive he first displayed in Ritchie’s “The Man from U.N.C.L.E.” reboot. His take on March-Phillips is all roguish, devil-may-care charm and deadpan delivery. His star power is equaled by Ritchson, who, as Anders Lassenn, a.k.a. “The Danish Hammer,” cements his bonafides as an action star who can also deliver a funny line. In the midst of the film’s deadly mission these two, in tandem with Eiza González as Marjorie Stewart, the film’s femme fatale and sharpshooter, bring some personality to the bombastic action.
“The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare” is kind of predictable. It’s a simple story of good vs. evil with a twist, the good guys are, to put it mildly, ungentlemanly.
But, Ritchie understand that people love a heroic rascal, and the more ungentlemanly March-Phillips and Co. behave, the more enjoyable the movie becomes. Their antics, accompanied by composer Christopher Benstead’s peppy Morriconesque score, have the bluster that made Ritchie’s early films like “Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels” and “Snatch” so much fun.
Based on a teen novel written by Jobie Hughes and Oprah’s least favourite writer James Frey, “I Am Number Four” is a stealthy mix of “Superman” and “Twilight” with a hint of “X-Files.”
Brit-it-boy Alex Pettyfer is Number Four, an Earth-bound alien who fled his home planet of Lorien along with nine other ET children. They are the last of their kind, but are hunted by the Mogadorians, a gang of marauding aliens who, after destroying Lorien, now have their sights set on Earth. Just as Four begins to develop his powers—think Superman—he falls for a human girl, Sarah Hart (“Glee’s” Dianna Agron), and finds himself battling the Mogadorians not only for the survival of his kind but the human race as well.
“I Am Number Four” is a fresh story that feels like an echo of other teen stories. From “Superman” it takes the idea of an exile from a dying planet sent to Earth to live in disguise among humans. Where Clark Kent could leap over buildings with a single bound and see through walls, Four has a kind of fluorescent stigmata, powerful beams of light that shoot from his palms.
From “Twilight” it borrows the high school romance angle, complete with rivalries, but this time it’s a girl with a Scar Jo vibe and a bullying quarterback instead of an angst ridden brunette and a lovelorn werewolf.
From the “X-Files” it takes the murky atmosphere and a couple of conspiracy nuts.
The only thing missing is a lightning bolt shaped scar on Four’s forehead to make the teen homage complete.
Having said all that, despite feeling like a pastiche, “I Am Number Four” is rather enjoyable.
Director DJ Caruso gives the story and characters time to grow and develop their prerequisite outsider credibility—a crucial element in teen entertainment these days—and blends in more wild action than, say, “Twilight.”
It still feels calculated but by the time we get to the chaotic conclusion—complete with flying fanged creatures that look like the offspring of Godzilla and Mothra—and the inevitable sequel set-up, “I Am Number Four” has established itself up as something, if not completely original, at least entertaining.
