Having
not fully healed from the burns leveled by
Spike
Lee’s sacrilege of
the amazing Oldboy, here’s yet another example of pointless Hollywood
cannibalisation with a studio opting to remake a perfectly good recent
film with something dumber and worse.
In the
pastel-coloured 1980s, a very strange science-fiction flick emerged with
a deceptively simple premise: In the dystopic future of 2014, the world
is cleanly divided into the haves and have-nots. Everything has been
privatised, even the local police force. Crime is rampant and there’s
money to be made in security. OmniCorp (or OCP), the
conglomerate that seems to own all of Detroit, has attempted to create
unmanned crime fighters, but the robots’ very lack of humanity and
judgment renders them only good as mass-murdering menaces. One of the
rare true good guys, police officer Alex Murphy is called to go above
and beyond his crime fighting service even past death. After his
attempt to crack a huge crime ring goes catastrophically wrong, what’s
left of his brutalised organic matter is poured into a robotic suit and
Murphy once again takes to the streets to stop crime and eventually
solve his own murder.
1987’s
RoboCop bears pretty much the same plot as this new remake. However,
outside of the general idea of a dead cop being brought back to life as
a fancy tin can with big business holding his wind-up key; there’s
precious little similarity between original director Paul Verhoeven’s
sly, social comment and this lobotomised shell of a remake. In
Verhoeven’s hands, RoboCop became a gleefully gory, perverse, darkly
comic, searing indictment of the ills of the Reagan era, when
‘trickle-down’ economics threatened the middle class and no one in power
cared if the poor collectively jumped off a cliff. During an eight-year
orgy of consumerism, the rights of workers and common folk decreased,
and despite the rich getting richer, the world’s economy suffered. This
version is as dumb and lowest common denominator as one can get,
broaching nothing of any depth. Everything lies at the surface with no
thought, insight, wit or cleverness to be found.
Gone
is the envelope-pushing gore that simultaneously shocked, thrilled and
made western audiences look at their reception of cinematic violence.
The best we have is a witless, obligatory-feeling scene of what’s left
of Murphy taken out of the metal suit, which looks gross and like
obvious, badly-rendered CGI. Gone was the analogy of allowing the
wealthiest to take away the rights and security of the people by making
it a commodity. Watered down to invisibility was the simplest homily of
the heart and will of a man overcoming the tide of technology, even when
it was keeping him alive. My feeling was that despite the original’s
box-office and critical success, this RoboCop was meant to bring in a
broader, younger audience and therefore must be weaker and stupider.
The
thing is completely charmless. Even its stellar supporting cast,
including Gary Oldman as RoboCop’s creator, Jackie Earle Haley as a
gun-loving, RoboCop-hating military trainer, Michael K. Williams (thankfully)
replacing Nancy Allen as Murphy’s partner and Michael Keaton doing the
most as the tycoon who foots RoboCop’s bill, cannot infuse a single blip
into this lifeless, flatlined exercise.
This
RoboCop is cheaper, chintzier, amateurish and downright boring. There
are no great action set pieces and those shootouts that exist are filmed
in seizure-inducing shakycam for no reason at all. There is no bite to
the script and it reads like the world’s dullest comic book. Then we
have our hero, played by the terrifically forgettable Joel Kinnaman, who
has neither the chops nor the cheekbones to replace Peter Weller in his
standout role. Not that having Weller’s sculpted, glacial features
would matter much in the few moments when Kinnaman’s Murphy does
actually have the helmet on, as it covers about ninety-nine percent of
his face. Still, why they chose such an uninteresting, unappealing
actor I have no idea. He hasn’t the least amount of nuance to try to
uplift some of the awkwardly-placed one liners - including those
uncleverly nicked directly from the 1987 film. He’s not compelling
either in or out of the metal suit. Which brings us to the big
signifier as to why this should never have been made.
How on earth is
someone going to remake RoboCop if they can’t even get the suit right?
The thing looked like factory-moulded plastic. I’ve seen more
impressive metalwork done in cosplay at comic book conventions. It had
none of the first version’s cool, disconnected hydraulic movement and
never quite gave the true feeling of it being the body of a robot,
including those limitations. In 1987, RoboCop moved slowly, and that
was because the suit looked and registered as if it weighed a ton. That
factor gave intensity to the movements and created fear for the
character because he was so limited. There was also a mechanised
smoothness to the movements despite the cumbersome suit (This might
have been a fault of Kinnaman’s or inept, thoughtless direction by José
Padilha). This RoboCop can inexplicably leap tall buildings in a
single bound. It’s like the difference between fast zombies and slow
ones, and as with the living dead, in RoboCop, I’ll take the slow guy
every time. The poor decision to paint the metal black only makes it
even flatter and more nondescript. Rob Bottin, come back, we miss you!
Most
of the time when we see the rebuilt Murphy, it’s with the visor off and
the character is always in a headpiece that make him look like he’s
about to go play rugby. Padilha also chooses to have Murphy recall his
past normal life immediately, which takes the tension of its discovery
out of the picture. He’s doped into acquiescence by the scientists and
simply must wait for the drug to wear off before he remembers who he
was, his family and his murder. There’s none of the cool, distaff line
deliveries or the dry, unintentional humour that showed how the
programming had originally taken Murphy over. This guy is a quivering
mess; there’s no stoic hero, no coolness. It just feels like a regular
cop movie where the betrayed officer gets revenge and it’s not even a
good version of that. The Robo part of RoboCop is pretty much neither
here nor there, and if that’s not working, nothing else will. And it
doesn’t.
It’s
been a while since I've wanted to throw a shoe at a movie screen, and
it’s been never since I’ve wanted to hug Paul Verhoeven. Damn you,
RoboCop remake for making me wish for both occurrences.
~ The
Lady Miz Diva
Feb 14th,
2014

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