October 22, 2004Hero
Jet Li is Nameless, a master swordsman who, after 10 years of training, defeated 3 assassins who sought to murder China's greatest warlord. As a consequence of this achievement, he is granted an audience with the warlord, and the film is a series of flashbacks to the battles between the swordsman and the assassins, narrated through the conversation between himself and the warlord. It is apparently the retelling of a Chinese legend, and a decent story in its own right. Unfortunately, it is not a story that can carry a 2-hour film. At best, it could have managed 45 minutes. The rest is filled with visuals and drawn-out combat sequences. When I decided to watch the film, I was aware that what I would see would be more art than substance, and I was therefore prepared for the lack of story. Unfortunately, there is a higher standard to art than there is to action movies, and by attempting this, the film set itself a difficult task, which in my opinion it failed to completely achieve. There has to be more to art than a woman holding a sword, dressed in flowing silk, standing in the desert. The visuals, while pretty, often seemed facile, and having decided to make it art rather than story, the mysticism implied by much of the dialogue (entire battles happen spiritually, with two opponents facing each other and the fight happening in their imaginations) seems misplaced, and was that little bit too much to ask of me as a viewer. When a film that breaks the mould gets reviewer ratings in the 90% range, one of two things is happening: Either the film is truly groundbreaking, and we are in for a real treat, or the film is different, and while some people may truly love it, a crowd effect causes each successive reviewer to rate it highly so as to prove that they too can appreciate this new art form. Unfortunately in this case, the ground was broken by Couching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and Hero falls through the cracks. Posted by nlvp at October 22, 2004 11:53 AMComments
I've lost faith in Rotten Tomatoes recently, or perhaps more fairly, I've lost faith in almost all movie critics to differentiate between good and average. The principle reason was the unanimously glowing reviews received by Spiderman 2 and Shrek 2, both of which were at best average and at worst superficial pap. Meanwhile, the flawed but more ambitious I, Robot received a decidedly mixed reception from the same critics who praised Spidey 2 for its intelligence. Posted by: Incandenza at October 22, 2004 12:21 PMPost a comment
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