I
suspect that all film fans have a cinematic weak point that they try to avoid, for
some it’s blood and gore and for others it’s white people kissing in the rain but
for me it disaster movies. My
imagination is too overactive to cope with hoards of people running and screaming
in terror. I live every moment of the
disaster to the extent that I am still not quite over some of the horrors from my childhood.
The
fact that the trailer for Pompeii looked awful lulled me into a false sense of
security in thinking that I could cope.
I made this mistake with 2012 and I am still secretly hoping that the
government are working on giant pods to house humanity (specifically me) when the world ends. I was feeling very brave, almost cocky, when I
sauntered into an early Sunday morning showing of Pompeii.
PLOT: After a chance meeting slave Milo (Kit Harrington)
and wealthy Cassia (Emily Browning) fall deeply in love. Cassia is blackmailed into marrying Corvus (Kiefer
Sutherland) and Milo is sent to the arena to die. The neighbouring volcano erupts, forcing Milo and Cassia
to stop staring opened mouthed at one another and start staring opened mouthed
at the flaming rocks falling on the city.
END PLOT
The
opening credits of Pompeii were excellent.
The slow combination of ash covered bodies and the writings of Pliny the
Younger made me sit up and take notice.
It was the most emotionally engaging part of the film but the talent in
the writing department stopped with Pliny.
The
love story, which was the centre point of Pompeii, was exactly as
expected. The tried and tested formula
of the poor orphan boy falling in love with the rich maiden was lazily copied
and pasted in between the phrases “fire ball”, “horse whisperer” and “tidal
wave”.
The writers seemed to think it was acceptable for two strangers
to fall deeply in love without ever being on first name terms with one
another. Milo and Cassia learnt each
other’s names after supporting characters shouted them out. I saw relief on Cassia’s face when she
finally discovered her beloved’s name.
Perhaps I just have high standards when it comes to relationships.
Kit
Harrington has a fantastic body. There
can be no denying it. Unfortunately he
seemed to be using all his strength to flex his abs rather than speak. His dialogue was limited. I was grateful. Emily Browning drew the short
straw and was nothing other than a weak female who needed to be rescued on
numerous occasions. Browning did not
give Cassia any backbone or any of the bite someone like Kiera Knightly could
have attempted.
Keifer
Sutherland was camping it up to eleven with a ridiculous marble chewing accent
which was as fantastical as the love story.
Sutherland should have fully committed and grown a moustache to
twirl. If you are going to give this
type of performance you need to go full Alan Rickman or go home.
The
action was poor with the background scenes in the arena being especially cheap. I’ve seen better crowd scenes in an early WWE
computer game. Paul W.S Anderson loves
CGI backgrounds and although this is his style, it made Pompeii feel cartoony. The sword fighting scenes were decent but even
a small smattering of blood here and there would have helped. The hand-to-hand combat scenes masqueraded as gritty. They were anything but.
Unfortunately
some of the action sequences which featured humans became unintentionally
funny. I have to make light of any
situation which involves people drowning (like I said; we all have our weak
points) but having Atticus (Adewale Akinnoye-Agbaje) rescue a woman and child
only to ditch them when they successfully outran a tidal wave did cause a few chuckles. I appreciate that it is law to have a child
in peril during a disaster movie but I have never seen it shoehorned in so
clumsily. I was surprised that the
writers didn’t have Atticus adopt an orphaned puppy with one leg by the movies
end.
People
drowning scare me so the tidal wave section was stressful to watch but only in
the same way that someone with a fear of spiders would feel if they sat down to
watch arachnophobia. Aside from this, it
was hard to feel any real volcano tension as the male characters were more committed
to dick measuring sword fighting than outrunning great balls of fire.
Pompeii
had the potential to be an epic film – documentaries about the events are some
of the most horrifying to be found.
Unfortunately Hollywood plumped for Paul W.S. Anderson. I hadn’t forgiven him for destroying The
Three Musketeers. I hate him for destroying
Pompeii more than Vesuvius. Pompeii gets
4/10.
