SYNOPSIS: Set three years from today, “Mercy,” a new sci fi action film starring Chris Pratt and Rebecca Ferguson, and now playing in theatres, sees Pratt play a detective accused of murdering his wife in a world where his fate will be determined by an AI judge. “The future of law enforcement is Mercy.”
CAST: Chris Pratt, Rebecca Ferguson, Annabelle Wallis, Kali Reis, Rafi Gavron, Chris Sullivan, Kenneth Choi, Kylie Rogers. Directed by Timur Bekmambetov.
REVIEW: A movie about AI that feels as though it was written by AI, “Mercy” is a hacky, old school detective story with a technological twist.
Set in the near future, “Mercy” follows LAPD homicide detective Chris Raven (Chris Pratt) one of the main proponents of a new technology-driven justice system. In a city overrun by crime and civil unrest, the Mercy Program is projected to offer fast, unbiased justice, acting as judge, jury, and executioner to prisoners presumed guilty until proven innocent.
As one of the public faces of the Mercy Program, Raven talks up the IA-based system, braying that the Mercy Capital Court will help clean up the streets. “I am proud to have sent the first suspect for trial here,” Raven says at a press conference. “And I will continue to send more until the message is received.”
The concept is simple. The accused have ninety minutes to present evidence and convince the AI judge (Rebecca Ferguson) of their innocence. If they fail to reach the 92% innocence threshold, they will be immediately executed so the good folks of L.A. County can “sleep at night” secure in the knowledge that they are safe.
Reven is all for it until he is accused of murdering his wife and set to face the judgement of the system he once championed. “I shouldn’t be here,” he says. “I loved my wife. I didn’t kill her.”
An attempt to breathe new life into a detective procedural, “Mercy” earns points for shaking up the genre, but any goodwill that comes along with that soon disappears under a fog of ludicrous twists, central casting characterizations and frenetic headache-inducing visuals.
In a movie filled with dubious storytelling choices, perhaps the biggest is the charisma killing decision to to keep Chris Pratt strapped to a chair for most of the running time. The action happens around him, like he’s sitting on a giant green screen, floating amid the body cam and surveillance footage as he uses his detective skills to prove his innocence. Playing the strapped-in, troubled cop with a dead partner and a drinking problem, doesn’t allow Pratt to use the charm that made him a star.
Ditto Rebecca Ferguson, seen here as though she handed in the head-and-shoulders performance as a digital judge via a Zoom call. She’s meant to be a cold, authoritative figure, void of emotion, and while she pulls it off, the icy demeanor dulls the character’s impact. “I was not designed to feel,” she says, and it shows.
Stranger than the casting decisions is the film’s take on AI. What begins as Hollywood sending the message that the clock is ticking, and if we don’t act AI will kill us—a message embraced by much of the creative community—becomes muddled near the end. No spoilers here, but the film’s point-of-view inexplicably changes from the idea that humanity, though imperfect, is superior to artificial intelligence to something akin to having sympathy for the artificial intelligence. It’s a polarizing topic and the film disappointingly fails to take an interesting or consistent stance on AI’s ethics and impact on the world.
“Mercy” is slick and face-paced but no amount of style and high-octane imagery can disguise the film’s fatal flaws.
I hosted a live Q&A with director Ari Aster in front of a sold-out crowd at the Scotiabank Theatre in Toronto on Wednesday night. For a taste, check out my radio show on the iHeartRadio Network Saturday night at 8 pm t0 9 pm for a recorded interview with the director.
Magnificent and confounding in equal measure, “Beau is Afraid,” a new, three-hour epic from “Midsommar” director Ari Aster and now playing in theatres, is a nightmarish trek through a mishmash of mommy issues, anxiety and tragedy. Imagine a paranoid “Lord of the Rings” style quest reimagined by Luis Buñuel with a darkly comedic “After Hours” vibe and a hint of Thomas “You Can’t Go Home Again” Wolfe and you’ll be on the road to understanding Beau’s surreal journey.
Joaquin Phoenix plays the title character, a neurotic, over-medicated man whose father died at the moment of his son’s conception. The loss forever colored his life, leaving him lost in a sea of paranoia and uncertainty. “I am so sorry for what your daddy passed down to you,” says his overbearing mother Mona (Patti LaPone).
Beau’s already chaotic life is forever changed by a missed plane, a new prescription and a home invasion. Set off on an odyssey to return home for his mother’s funeral, circumstance continually keep him off track. First, he finds himself the reluctant patient of affable suburban caregivers Roger and Grace (Nathan Lane and Amy Ryan), their troubled daughter (Kylie Rogers) and a war vet with PTSD.
Then, a narrow escape finds him in the embrace of a travelling experimental theater troupe whose storytelling transports him into an animated folk tale of searching, struggle and solace.
Finally, bloodied and bruised, he arrives home to confront his past, face his fears and come to grips with the trauma that hangs over his life like a shroud.
“Beau is Afraid” is a complicated movie, laden with allegory and symbolism, that confronts the aftereffects of loss and grief. It’s familiar terrain for Aster, whose previous films, “Hereditary” and “Midsommar,” were also studies in intergenerational trauma.
But the new movie is anything but familiar.
It is a psychological dramedy that dives deep into how Beau’s trauma has molded every aspect of his life and lead to a breakdown, one we witness from his point-of-view, in real time. It’s a harrowing trip as Beau slowly loses his grip on reality, and his paranoia shapes the movie’s narrative.
Aster is uncompromising in his portrayal of Beau’s state of mind. His previous movies were more visually shocking, featuring images more aligned to traditional horror. “Beau is Afraid” has less overt horror. It’s more concerned with the psychological, the confusion, fear and anxiety that drives Beau. To convey this, Phoenix, in an internal performance, plays the character as a shell. The movie revolves around him and his state of mind, but he is a reactive character, one who responds to, rather than instigates, the action. It’s interesting, deeply felt work but the closed down, Chauncey Gardiner nature of the character makes him difficult to embrace.
Given the unsettled nature of the real world, audiences may understand, relate or sympathize with Beau’s all-encompassing fear, but the absurdism woven into Phoenix’s childlike performance, particularly in the film’s second half, wears thin.
“Beau is Afraid” is the weirdest film on Aster’s already proudly weird IMDB page. It may be the definition of a film that is not for everyone, but it cannot be faulted for its uncompromising vision. As a search for meaning in life, for closure from trauma, for freedom from fear, from relief from distended testicles (Yup! You read that right), it was never going to be a feel-good flick. So, instead, it swings for the fences, burrowing in on its grandiose emotional ideas even if it often feels like a three-hour panic attack.
Unpredictable, unexpected and ultimately, unexplainable, it’s challenging cinema that connects on a subconscious level.
