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Con Air (1997)
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Director:
Simon
West |
COUNTRY
USA |
Genre
Action |
NORWEGIAN TITLE
Con
Air |
RUNNING TIME
115 minutes |
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Producer:
Jerry
Bruckheimer |
Screenwriter:
Scott
Rosenberg |
Review
Of all the guilty pleasures
the Hollywood action machine (often headed by Don Simpson and/or Jerry
Bruckheimer) churned out during the 1990s, Con Air may just be
the guiltiest. Utilizing a premise that incorporates most every type of
movie villain at once, the film piles it on with more of everything:
more characters, more campy dialogue, more at stake, and, of course,
more fire, explosions and action. As we get to meet the passengers aboard the "Con Air", you realize that you've seen all these
criminal types in other renditions before, from the coldblooded, eloquent
mastermind (Cyrus the Virus/John Malkovich), via the emotionless,
psychopathic serial killer (Steve Buscemi as Garland Greene) to the
hotblooded black nationalist (Ving Rhames as Diamond Dog) and the crazed
sexual sadist (Danny Trejo). And of course, you've also seen the hero
before; a man so idiotically heroic that he by all logic would have
gotten himself killed a long time ago. Nicolas Cage's deadpan performance becomes
increasingly fun (and possibly ingenious) as the film slowly develops
from serious prison drama to gung-ho Hollywood extravaganza. When
director Simon West captures Cage in slow-mo, smiling and shaking his
long, wavy hair, you realize that the filmmakers actually knew all along
what they were doing. Although there's a good chance not all the players
were quite in on the joke. Con Air is too much in most every
respect, and it even pushes the envelope within the scope of
exaggeration. But it's got a sweetness to it that makes it quite
enjoyable from beginning to end – almost like an epitome of the term
'guilty pleasure'. There are also a number of delightful performances to
enjoy: Malkovich, Buscemi, Rhames, and Dave Chapelle are all having a
field day. This silly thing still is an enjoyable watch after a quarter
of a century.
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