Despite the dangerously daring film title, I'll
refrain from indulging in the obvious word play.
Neither, does "Bad Company," the 70's rock band,
perform any tunes for the soundtrack.
Take "48 hours," up the stakes to a nuclear bomb,
inject lots of formulaic action-movie action, Hopkins
and Rock, and you get "Bad Company." Admittedly, I
enjoyed "48 hours," but that was hundreds of movies
ago and Murphy translated to screen better than
Rock.
I've said this before, Rock rocks in front of a
mic on a wooden stage; but on the big screen that
stand-up magic wanes. Hopkins, on the other hand,
squarely fills the screen. Often, his characters are
too proper or intellectual for a simple gun;
surprisingly it's great fun to see him fire his
pistol in this flick.
The film's at its best working the relationship
between Hopkins (veteran CIA agent) and Rock
(street-wise stand in for his twin brother) for a
little humor and a little heart. Can these two polar
opposites learn to trust and respect each other
enough to complete the dangerous mission at hand and
save the world ... and heck, possibly even become
friends? This "driving force" of the story gets
interrupted with big, loud, clanging, contrived
action sequences created by manipulating the story
line. Even the way in which the sequences play out is
based on how best to have more action rather than
sensibility.
Yes, perhaps this is the kind of action one would
expect from an "action movie;" but I think Hopkins
fans will (and have a right to) expect more. Btw, the
film fancies itself a comedy as well. Action, comedy,
younger crowd vehicle, older thinking man's flick ...
the picture tries to hoard it all, but falls short in
all categories (though it does deliver action, albeit
mechanically).
True, Rock has some strong very funny lines,
"Risk? As in bad-credit risk or bullet-in-the-*ss
risk?" And then in the Czech Republic, admiring the
magnificent apartment of the CIA operative he's
replacing, "So, if I paid taxes this is where the
money would go?"
But it's Hopkins steadfast depth, glare, and gruff
charm that pulls the picture out of the C-range.
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