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AEON FLUX

When a major studio declines to pre-screen a big-budget action movie, not only based on a cult-fave MTV animated series but also starring two Academy Award-winning actresses, for critics prior to opening, it’s not a good sign. Indeed, one might expect a real catastrophe, the cinematic equivalent of a tsunami. “Aeon Flex” does not disappoint. If you tossed the worst features of “Lara Croft,” “Elektra,” “Catwoman,” “Sky Blue” and “The Island” into a blender and set it to working, this flashy but incredibly dull mess is precisely what you might expect to emerge. It’s more of a cartoon than the original cartoon was, but there’s nothing funny about it (perhaps if it had been done as a send-up, like “Modesty Blaise”…no, even that probably wouldn’t have helped).

Set in 2415, the movie is titled after its stern, punkish heroine (Charlize Theron), a resistance fighter with a group called the Monicas assigned, by her statue-like Handler (Frances McDormand), to assassinate Trevor Goodchild (Marton Csokas), chief honcho of the Big Brotherish government of the heavily-fortified city of Bregna, which was founded some four centuries earlier to house the only survivors of a terrible plague that carried off the rest of humanity. Aeon is overjoyed to be entrusted with the mission, because the government has just killed her sister Una (Amelia Warner), although she was a complete innocent. As she works to complete her task, however, she finds that, as the cliche goes, nothing is as it seems. There are deep, dark secrets in Bregna, including a conspiracy that reveals major fault lines within the ruling establishment. Rest assured, however, that Aeon will ultimately learn the truth behind what’s going on within the strange flying contraption that circles around the city like some ominous reminder of past tragedy, as well as the reason why some of the citizens of Bregna are simply disappearing. One doesn’t want to reveal too much even about a plot this hairbrained, but the twists include a pretty predictable revelation about the real character of Chairman Goodchild (who turns out to be, for those of you with an opera background, a sort of Sarastro figure) and an even more obvious one about the identity of the real villain of the piece. On the latter point I’ll just note that Jonny Lee Miller is in the cast. ’Nuff said?

None of this makes much sense, but then in a sci-fi potboiler one doesn’t really expect profundity or even logic. The problem in “Aeon Flux” is that every element of the picture seems to have been treated with contempt except the production design and the special effects. Visually it looks spiffy, though in the glossy, sterile style so common in this sort of futuristic claptrap, and the cinematography of Stuart Dryburgh accentuates the shiny emptiness of it all. But in terms of character, the movie has absolutely nothing to offer. That’s largely because director Karyn Kusama, whose work in “Girfight” had such point and power, seems to have been so overwhelmed by the technical demands of such a massive production that she’s unable to invest it with the slightest hint of humanity. Even the big fight sequences, explosions and shoot-’em-ups–of which there are many–are poorly staged, but it’s the more intimate, dialogue-driven sequences that are truly embarrassing, especially for the cast. Coming off worst are certainly McDormand and Pete Postlethwaite as a wizened figure called The Keeper, both of whom are given almost nothing to do but wear hideously unflattering costumes and act like automatons. But Sophie Okonedo suffers too, as a fellow agent of Aeon’s who–at one point at least–has had her feet genetically turned into a second pair of hands (a bit of surpassing ugliness), while Csokas is asked to do nothing but look conflicted and apologetic (a proper attitude, one might say, in this context) and Miller does his customary snarling shtick. Then there’s Theron, who gets ample opportunity to show off her trim, lithe frame in very revealing outfits (one could suggest that “Aeon Anorexia” might be a more appropriate title) but also demonstrates than she can be as tediously impassive as any other young actress thrust into one of these super-heroine roles. The unholy brew of bad acting, clueless direction, clumsily staged action, strikingly unattractive sets and sub-par effects is made even more insufferable by the endlessly hectoring synthesizer score from Graeme Revell, which sounds as trashy as the picture looks.

One thing that this movie can do is to provide David Letterman with a routine to perform if he’s ever asked to host the Oscars again. Given the names of the characters Theron and Warner play, he can go repeatedly from one to the other in the audience, saying “Aeon, Una” in a pointless mantra. Like the last time around, the bit might not get many laughs, but it would fill up the monologue time, just as “Aeon Flux” fills up ninety minutes, but doesn’t manage to do much of anything else but bore the viewer to tears.

BE COOL

Ultra-smooth ex-gangster Chili Palmer returns to the screen after a decade’s absence and the audience gets whacked. That’s about the extent of “Be Cool,” which despite the titular injunction is about as un-hip as you can imagine. Like the recent “Son of the Mask,” which also took ten years to contrive, this sequel to 1995’s “Get Shorty” suggests that there may be a time limit beyond which a follow-up to a hit original shouldn’t be attempted. (Remember what “2010” did to “2001”?) Because while the earlier picture had some comic life (although it was hardly great art), this one definitely arrives D.O.A.

In Barry Sonnenfeld’s earlier adaptation of an Elmore Leonard’s novel, John Travolta was a hoot as Palmer, the Mafioso who got involved in an even shadier business–Hollywood filmmaking. Travolta is back for this second go-around, but Sonnenfeld has wisely decamped, leaving the directing chores to F. Gary Gray, whose remake of “The Italian Job” had some style but who here demonstrates absolutely no affinity for quirky humor and no sense of comic timing. The upshot is that “Be Cool” is pretty much an unmitigated disaster.

This time around, Palmer, tired of the movie business, decides to segue into the pop music scene. When his old buddy Tommy Athens (James Woods), a record impresario who’s looking to be immortalized on film, meets his end at the hands of some purportedly comic Russian mobsters, Chili sashays into his old office by reconnecting with the dead man’s wife Edie (Uma Thurman). He also takes up Athens’ project to promote a beautiful, though unknown, singer named Linda Moon (Christina Milian), even though it means crossing swords with rivals who have her under contract: thuggish Nick Carr (Harvey Keitel) and his goofball partner Raji (Vince Vaughn), one of the sadly increasing number of white characters in movies who think they’re black gangsta types. But the parade of oddballs doesn’t end there. Also involved are Sin LaSalle (Cedric the Entertainer), a hugely successful producer whom Tommy owed big money, and who has a gang of enforcers led by screwy homeboy Dabu (Andre Benjamin); Raji’s factotum and muscle Elliot (The Rock), a would-be actor who’s also flamboyantly gay; unbalanced contract killer Joe Loop (the late Robert Pastorelli), whom Raji hires to do his dirtiest work; and, playing himself, Steven Tyler of Arrowsmith, who figures in Palmer’s big plans to introduce Linda to the public.

As the long roster of characters indicates, “Be Cool” has a lot of plot going on, but as cobbled together from Leonard’s own follow-up by Peter Steinfeld (who recently blundered badly with another comic sequel, “Analyze That”), the intricacy has no overall organic unity, and much of what happens seems arbitrary and erratic. The intended satire of the music biz is incredibly puerile, and figures like Woods’ motor-mouthed Athens and Keitel’s rough Carr are nothing more that stick men without an ounce of credibility or pizzazz. Even more terrible are the crude caricatures–Pastorelli’s high-strung Loop, The Rock’s garish Elliot, Benjamin’s goofy Dabu and–worst of all–Vaughn’s hyper, dumb-as-a-post Raji, a guy who’s irritating from the moment he steps onto the scene but is nevertheless given an inordinate amount of screen time. (Even Jamie Kennedy’s “Malibu’s Most Wanted” was funnier than this.) As for Milian and Cedric, neither generates any sparks–she makes for a cookie-cutter pop diva, and he shouts a lot but manages no laughs. (When the picture suddenly halts toward the close so that he can deliver a little speech about disrespect to black culture, it’s an embarrassment.) And then there are Travolta and Thurman. They’re supposed to make a charismatic couple, but his silken assurance quickly grows boring, and she never seems to settle into her role; even their sultry dance carries no electricity. Producer Danny DeVito shows up for a cameo, as does Seth Green, but there’s no humor from those sources, either. By the close one gets the same sinking feeling “Ocean’s Twelve” delivered: these are people who assume we’ll enjoy watching them do anything, however poorly written and ineptly staged. There’s a sort of underlying contempt for the audience that’s really deplorable.

Of course, the cast couldn’t have gotten away with such sloppy work if it hasn’t been for the lazy, lackadaisical helming of Gray. There’s hardly a scene in the picture that isn’t played at a flat, torpid tempo, and that doesn’t drag on far too long. (A perfect example is a throwaway bit in which The Rock tries on some new duds in a clothing store. It literally seems to go on forever.) One might be inclined to blame editor Sheldon Kahn for the problem, but there’s really little he could have done without speeding up the footage to resemble an improperly-projected silent movie. The other technical aspects of the picture are equally mediocre.

The sum total of “Be Cool” is one that Chili, an erstwhile mob debt collector, could easily calculate: a totally mirthless excuse for a comedy in which there’s no interest whatsoever. It’s this year’s “Big Trouble” or “Envy”–elaborate in design but astonishingly ill-executed and wretchedly unfunny.