It's easy perhaps to understand why films like this get made. Nominally they're lightweight, action thrillers with a catchy theme. In this outing, the theme is "hacking", the ability of some shady genius to get into mainframe computers, anywhere, anytime, and work super-scams that will shift millions of dollars - or in this case almost $10 billion - into the bank account(s) of your choosing. It sounds harmless enough, but it all goes badly wrong in "Swordfish", and what comes out the other end is a nasty, stupidly obscene film. I have difficulty imagining why wealthy big-name stars like John Travolta, Halle Berry, Don Cheadle, and Hugh Jackman allow themselves to be involved in this sort of enterprise. Do they really need the money? If the answer is "yes", then can someone tell me just how much money such people want or need?
This is not to say that the technical production values aren't high. They are. The explosions are impressive, there are cars and bodies, and fragments of bodies, flying through the air. There are fireballs. We have helicopters zooming all over the place. Many people are picturesquely slaughtered. Good technical stuff, indeed. And it was on the basis of the impressive optics that I gave the film a 3, instead of a 1.
The film hits a low point shortly after the opening violent scenes. Ginger (Halle Berry) tracks down Stanley-the-hacker (Hugh Jackman) in his dilapidated trailer in Midland, Texas to make him an offer he can't possibly refuse. A great big pile of money so that he can hire a super law firm to help him get custody of his 10-year old daughter (who is ten going on thirty-seven, but Hollywood kids are always special) from his sluttish wife, who now lives with one of Hollywood's porn kings. (Intense moral drama unfolding here.)
Ginger immediately impresses Stanley (and all of us) with her sparkling wit and incisive intellect:
Stanley: If you'd told me you were coming I would have cleaned the place up.
Ginger: I didn't come here to suck your dick, Stanley.
Brilliant dialogue for the ages. How did "Swordfish" fail to get a nomination for best original screenplay, I wonder? And later, rising to even greater heights of taste and intelligence, the head honcho, Gabriel - no angel, he, as we quickly discover - played by John Travolta, has a gun put to Stanley's head and forces him to hack into a government site in 60 seconds, or his brains will be moved someplace else on the business end of a heavy calibre slug. And to add more wit and tension to the scene - I guess - a blond bimbo busily buries her head in Stanley's lap, and we know for certain that she's not rummaging around for loose change. I guess this must be director Dominic Sena's notion of a climactic scene.
And, so on. The plot is wildly improbable and stupid but it at least unfolds rapidly, thus minimising brain damage to the viewer. Probably the best scenes belong to Jackman, an actor of talent and potential range who only needs to develop a degree of taste and judgement in his roles. (But then he did go on to make "Kate & Leopold", didn't he?) Travolta, who is also talented, if not as much as he thinks, walks through the film doing a kind of reprise of his Chili Palmer role from "Get Shorty" - a vastly superior film - but with an overlay of nastiness here that does him no credit whatever. As for Halle Berry - well, she looks great, just as she did in "Monster's Ball", and as in that film, she mostly acts with breasts and crotch. But, as we used to say in the military - "If you've got em, smoke em!"
At film's end, I guess we're supposed to conclude that Gabriel is a mis-directed super-patriot, a true son of J. Edgar Hoover's resident paranoia, and he wants to rid his country of the threat of terrorism, apparently by being the toughest terrorist on the global block: "If they blow up a church, I'll blow up ten churches! Hell, I can buy a nuclear warhead in Minsk for $40 million; if I buy six I can get a discount." So, yes, the film appears to be telling us, let's make sure this lunatic anti-hero gets his hands on $10 billion so he can buy all kinds of ordnance and bring the bad guys to heel. Why not? It works for Israel, doesn't it? It doesn't? Darn! And at film's end, after wiping out quite a few innocent people, Gabriel does get his $10 billion, and the voice-over tells us that hitherto untouchable terrorists are now dying like flies in a winter chill. The viewer is left with the impression that, chaos and dead innocents aside, Gabriel is just the kind of guy we need - or American super-patriots think they need - to set the world to rights. Gabe even gets Ginger, the dishy, if essentially vacuous, Halle Berry, to assist him and, one supposes, make his bedsheets hum. Slaughter and sex are, after all, staple companions in this kind of sad nonsense.
"Swordfish" was made before September 11, 2001. One wonders, in the persistent pall of 9/11, and the mostly unanswered questions that atrocity has raised, if such a film would be made today. One hopes not. But, Hollywood being what it is, and what it too often is not, one suspects that we have many more films like "Swordfish" in our collective future. And that's a shame. The world's a complicated place, and it might actually help if movie-makers would divert some of those millions of production dollars to making intelligent films about complicated issues, rather than mindless trash like this.
This is not to say that the technical production values aren't high. They are. The explosions are impressive, there are cars and bodies, and fragments of bodies, flying through the air. There are fireballs. We have helicopters zooming all over the place. Many people are picturesquely slaughtered. Good technical stuff, indeed. And it was on the basis of the impressive optics that I gave the film a 3, instead of a 1.
The film hits a low point shortly after the opening violent scenes. Ginger (Halle Berry) tracks down Stanley-the-hacker (Hugh Jackman) in his dilapidated trailer in Midland, Texas to make him an offer he can't possibly refuse. A great big pile of money so that he can hire a super law firm to help him get custody of his 10-year old daughter (who is ten going on thirty-seven, but Hollywood kids are always special) from his sluttish wife, who now lives with one of Hollywood's porn kings. (Intense moral drama unfolding here.)
Ginger immediately impresses Stanley (and all of us) with her sparkling wit and incisive intellect:
Stanley: If you'd told me you were coming I would have cleaned the place up.
Ginger: I didn't come here to suck your dick, Stanley.
Brilliant dialogue for the ages. How did "Swordfish" fail to get a nomination for best original screenplay, I wonder? And later, rising to even greater heights of taste and intelligence, the head honcho, Gabriel - no angel, he, as we quickly discover - played by John Travolta, has a gun put to Stanley's head and forces him to hack into a government site in 60 seconds, or his brains will be moved someplace else on the business end of a heavy calibre slug. And to add more wit and tension to the scene - I guess - a blond bimbo busily buries her head in Stanley's lap, and we know for certain that she's not rummaging around for loose change. I guess this must be director Dominic Sena's notion of a climactic scene.
And, so on. The plot is wildly improbable and stupid but it at least unfolds rapidly, thus minimising brain damage to the viewer. Probably the best scenes belong to Jackman, an actor of talent and potential range who only needs to develop a degree of taste and judgement in his roles. (But then he did go on to make "Kate & Leopold", didn't he?) Travolta, who is also talented, if not as much as he thinks, walks through the film doing a kind of reprise of his Chili Palmer role from "Get Shorty" - a vastly superior film - but with an overlay of nastiness here that does him no credit whatever. As for Halle Berry - well, she looks great, just as she did in "Monster's Ball", and as in that film, she mostly acts with breasts and crotch. But, as we used to say in the military - "If you've got em, smoke em!"
At film's end, I guess we're supposed to conclude that Gabriel is a mis-directed super-patriot, a true son of J. Edgar Hoover's resident paranoia, and he wants to rid his country of the threat of terrorism, apparently by being the toughest terrorist on the global block: "If they blow up a church, I'll blow up ten churches! Hell, I can buy a nuclear warhead in Minsk for $40 million; if I buy six I can get a discount." So, yes, the film appears to be telling us, let's make sure this lunatic anti-hero gets his hands on $10 billion so he can buy all kinds of ordnance and bring the bad guys to heel. Why not? It works for Israel, doesn't it? It doesn't? Darn! And at film's end, after wiping out quite a few innocent people, Gabriel does get his $10 billion, and the voice-over tells us that hitherto untouchable terrorists are now dying like flies in a winter chill. The viewer is left with the impression that, chaos and dead innocents aside, Gabriel is just the kind of guy we need - or American super-patriots think they need - to set the world to rights. Gabe even gets Ginger, the dishy, if essentially vacuous, Halle Berry, to assist him and, one supposes, make his bedsheets hum. Slaughter and sex are, after all, staple companions in this kind of sad nonsense.
"Swordfish" was made before September 11, 2001. One wonders, in the persistent pall of 9/11, and the mostly unanswered questions that atrocity has raised, if such a film would be made today. One hopes not. But, Hollywood being what it is, and what it too often is not, one suspects that we have many more films like "Swordfish" in our collective future. And that's a shame. The world's a complicated place, and it might actually help if movie-makers would divert some of those millions of production dollars to making intelligent films about complicated issues, rather than mindless trash like this.
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