Like most people, I have a day
job. It’s not my first love, but it IS
how I pay the bills. There are days where I love my day job, with my daily
interaction with co-workers, employees and managers keeping me fresh and on my
toes. On the other end of the spectrum, sometimes my day job can beat me down
so badly that I’m desperate for any respite, any calm in the storm. This past
Friday was one such day, on which I left work frazzled, tired and just a little
out of my mind. On days like this, I feel that a good dumb movie can help to
raise beleaguered spirits and help one feel better by forgetting all the
stresses of the day. On this particular Friday, I went to see The Three Musketeers, in 3D.
“But, Mr. Anderson,” you’re saying
with polite reverence, “You said GOOD
dumb movies. The Three Musketeers
looks like utter crap! And you hate 3D, you complain about it all the time!”
You’re not half wrong there. From
my first viewing of the film’s trailer, I was quite certain that there would be
little to no redeeming value left in the finished product. The title, the third
major film based on the novel by French author Alexandre Dumas in the past two
decades, looked to incorporate style over substance, with little explanation as
to not only why a new adaptation was ever needed, but why on Earth It would
need to be shown in 3D. As many of my readers already know, I abhor most 3D
films with VERY few exceptions, as
often the overhyped technology is too much money spent to far little effect.
But, lately I admit that for several reasons I have developed a soft spot for
this obvious car wreck. The first was director Paul W. S. Anderson (no
relation), whose 2010 franchise sequel Resident Evil: Afterlife was one of
the few 3D movies I absolutely loved. The reason for my appreciation was that
Anderson actually filmed using the same technology that pioneer James Cameron did
in Avatar, the title that reinvigorated the 3D discussion. Using Cameron’s RealD 3D technology, Anderson created the
perfect comeback to a franchise that had struggled creatively in its previous
outings. As such, this is a man who obviously knows how 3D technology is
supposed to work in this day and age of modern wonders. Another reason was the casting. Unknown
Musketeers aside, the care in choosing several secondary roles was key. Between
the obvious casting decisions (Christoph Waltz as the evil Cardinal Richelieu)
and those strangely against type (Orlando Bloom as a heavy), Three Musketeers hosted a surprising
bevy of talent on its roster. And don’t forget Anderson’s wife Milla Jovovich
as turncoat Millady de Winter. Sure, Jovovich isn’t the best actress out there,
but she’s a gamer who does all that is asked of her and appeals to the
audiences of her films thanks to her professionalism and obvious sex appeal.
For these reasons I was willing to offer the film a mulligan, hoping for something
that would outshine its obvious flaws.
Well, one of you is going to have to go |
When Musketeer hopeful D’Artagnan
(Logan Lerman) travels to Paris to join the King’s elite soldiers, the events
that follow are very similar to that of the novel, as he makes early enemies of
former Musketeers Athos (Matthew MacFayden), Porthos (Ray Stevenson) and Aramis
(Luke Evans), only to team up with the trio against the soldiers of Cardinal
Richelieu (Waltz), the man secretly ruling France while misleading the young
King Louis XIII into believing he is in full control. Athos, Porthos and Aramis
were removed from the Musketeers after being betrayed by Athos’ lover Milady
(Jovovich), a double agent for the Duke of Buckingham (Orlando Bloom). Soon the
four become privy to the plots of Richelieu, who has devised a plan to send
France and England towards war, with the ultimate end of him in total command
of the country. It is up to the four warriors to take up the challenge and
fight soldiers on both sides to save France and their King.
Shouldn't have brought a cutlass to a flintlock pistol fight |
Of course, that spectacle I
mentioned earlier never really comes to pass. The Three Musketeers is about as far from a great movie as you can
get without being downright horrible, but Anderson does manage to make it a
close call as he tries to create an adaptation of the classic tale with as much
spectacle and fury as he can muster while failing on just about every
conceivable level. It doesn’t help that Anderson feels out of his element when
taking on this classic novel, incorporating steampunk elements (such as
airships) where none were really should have been needed. For the most part the
implementation of 3D was wasted, surprising and disappointing considering
Anderson’s previous experience with the technology. Anyone who has seen the
shower scene in Resident Evil: Afterlife
knows how amazing 3D could actually look (get your minds out of the gutter), and I was expecting more of that
ingenuity here. Unfortunately, that doesn’t show itself except for a brief
instance towards the end featuring dueling airships. Worse, it’s nowhere near as
entertaining, as there is very little that could excite small children, let
alone the young adults that are the film’s target audience.
Kissing the hand was scandalous ENOUGH |
At least the film has solid
acting, which was much more than I could have expected. The Musketeers
themselves are all standouts, as MacFayden, Stevenson and Evans proudly play
their roles to great effectiveness. Between the dour Athos, the proud and
Strong Porthos, and the pious Aramis, the tiny shred of personality that the
film possesses shines brightly. It’s a shame then that the three get relatively
little face time, especially Porthos and Aramis, who get a few moments to
impress but not nearly enough. Instead we see others pushed to the forefront,
and those are unfortunately nowhere near as artistically stimulating. Despite
his talents and seemingly a natural choice for the role, Waltz’s Richelieu is a
disappointment, too campy and unthreatening even to adequately chew scenery.
Despite being the film’s central antagonist, he gives far too much ground to
his underlings, especially Mads Mikkelsen as the petty and cruel Captain
Rochefort. Logan Lerman has no business headlining ANY film, let alone a potential blockbuster. His bland recitation
of dialogue is one of the film’s main flaws, and with too much attention on him
this is far too noticeable a one. Jovovich was in fact a mixed bag, with
Milady’s impressive… um… “talents” often overshadowed by not even an attempt at
actual acting. However, one that surprisingly stood out to me was Orlando
Bloom, playing the snide and clever Duke of Buckingham. Bloom, who usually
plays upstanding and generally friendly characters, is so out of place here
that it gives the film a new lift whenever he is on screen. Sadly, whereas The Three Musketeers has only one
Orlando Bloom, it could have used three or four more. He’s on screen far too
little as a secondary villain to be a serious nuisance, though he comes off as
more diabolical than Richelieu when given the chance.
I'm sorry, did you say something? I was staring at your chest |
Despite some clever jabs that
catch you off guard and tickle your funny bone, there isn’t a whole lot to
recommend in seeing The Three Musketeers
in the theater. The film’s saving grace was supposed to be Anderson’s 3D
implementation, but with that being less than stellar, the title had
to actually rely on the script and its performers to get by. The result is an
un-clever stupid movie that might be decent for mindless fun, if your
definition of “fun” is far more subjective than mine. A few good moments do not a
movie make, and so I can’t bring myself to actually recommend this title to
anyone. If you decide to ignore me and DO
go to see The Three Musketeers, at
least do yourself the favor of skipping the 3D showings. They, like another Musketeers adaptation, are thoroughly
unneeded.
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