The A-Team Movie Review
Entertainment Thursday, June 17th, 2010The A-Team, in spite of its solid distribution and its interesting premises, proves to be a very long introduction to a story without much scale nor originality. Coincidences and the unjustified miracles of the destiny thread like pretext with scenes of engagements with special effects, which often, suffer from an obvious lack of sat within the narration. The realization of Joe Carnahan is also failing, being often connected with the style of Eleven Ocean, but without its effectiveness and its intelligence.
When they are victims of a mutiny in Iraq, special agents of the American army are shown of treason and are locked up in various federal penitentiaries throughout the world. When the CIA offers the chance to them to bleach their reputation and to make shine the truth, the four soldiers, directed by Hannibal, escape from prison and embark in a frantic mission to try to find an invaluable object for the United States. They will discover in the middle of this adventure that they can trust nobody, especially to those which they believe their allies, when it is question of money and notoriety.
Adapted from a televised series of the Eighties, the feature-length film appears to us too much very quickly as an immense foreword with a story which we heard of thousands of times at the cinema (these heroes which are devoted only to the right causes and which have a rather nebulous past, ambivalent). What could have been to us explained in a few seconds in credits rate with the whole beginning of film is developed to us longitudinally and into broad during nearly two hours. The antecedents of these “agents of peace” are not other than a subterfuge to show us good number of explosions and methodically choreographed stunts.
The actors (physically very similar to the original characters) probably make of their better to prevent the catastrophe, giving a sizeable performance in spite of the aberration of the counterparts that puts to them in mouth. But they do not manage unfortunately to save the crew. The director from Smokin’ Aces hardly reveals us his talents other than that of executor that we know already. These action scenes – which are all the same, it should be admitted – leave little place to the text, with the development of the protagonists, the assessments inherent in the movie. The spectator then well is lost too early, disconcerted, in this accumulation of deaths and bullets.
The story could perhaps have been saved inconsistency if contradictions and coincidences did not follow one another in a manner also absurd. Why is it necessary that the goods never eliminate the malicious ones as they have the chance to do it? When do we find the time to go and shave in full fatal brawl? And who decided that the beautiful guy and the beautiful girl were impeccably to develop feelings in love in spite of their remote resentment? These are the banal, but redundant things, which withdraw with the feature-length film credibility necessary to its (as negligible as it is) success.
Beyond the special effects and perhaps of this nostalgic aspect which will gather most enthusiastic, the feature-length film does not have many unsuspected attributes. Perhaps would it be necessary in this case to think of the plan B before choosing The A-Team to divert ourselves.
















