Man on Fire [2004]
Director: Tony Scott
Actor: Denzel Washington, Dakota Fanning, Christopher Walken, Mickey Rourke
Wow, this film, a remake of a 1987 film of the same name, starring nobody, oh and Joe Pesci, is pretty damned violent for an American blockbuster. Not Michael Bay or Sylvester Stallone violent, but nasty, gritty violent.
Denzel Washington plays Creasy, an ex-military man whose record is as impressive as it is scary. Intelligence, counter-terrorism, covert ops; the works.
If alarmbells aren’t ringing with you yet, it means you weren’t conscious throughout the 80s and early-90s, when films about these types were wide spread and saturated the screen. Usually tough as nails, strong and silent types, who kill for revenge without feeling or remorse, those films were about body-count. Commando, is a good example, where Schwartzenegger murders an entire island of people to get his daughter back.
Denzel, in stark contrast to Schwartzenegger, can really act, which makes this relatively straight forward film worth while. Oh, and Tony Scott, too, but I’ll get to that in a bit. Creasy is indeed an ex-military man with incredible skill. He’s also a complete fucking drunk, unable to get through the night without a bottle of Johnny Walker at his side. He’s a burn out, washed up and not worth much. He goes to visit his friend Rayburn, who moved to Mexico years back. The reason, he claims, was a whim, but the impression is built that he’s fighting some terrible, terrible deamons. He searches out the one man with whom he can talk about the things he’s done and seen. In contrast to Creasy, Rayburn is a jovial fellow, dealing with the same deamons, but in a far less destructive manner.
Rayburn arranges for Creasy to work as a bodyguard for the daughter of an Mexican industrialist, Ramos, who’s facing financial trouble. Creasy’s cheap, compared to others, because he drinks. Ramos can’t afford the expensive bodyguards but he still wants to make his wife, a demanding Americana, happy, and keep his daughter in the best safety he can afford. In Mexico City, there’s one kidnapping per 60 minutes, the intro of the film tells us, not politically motivated, like in Colombia, but strictly for money.
Pita, Ramos’ daughter, slowly becomes good friends with Creasy, and teaches him that it’s okay to live again, to love again and to take a little joy in life. Of course the girl gets kidnapped ten minutes after he feels confident enough to live a little and he spends the rest of the film getting revenge on the ones who kidnapped her out from under his care, leaving him to die, and killing her when the money-drop goes sour.
Denzel Washington is amazing. He’s a brilliant actor, but the other half of what makes this film is Tony Scott’s brilliant cinematography. The film is quickly cut, panic-ee and…well, it’s like Traffic, but it uses a lot of sub-titling. Americans – and most English speaking people – don’t like subtitling, so he’s done it in a very clever way, reminding me of the title sequence to Seven.
If you like action films, and you don’t mind a little depth, then I highly recommend this film.