Liam Neeson punches a wolf

The Grey

on January 19, 2012 by Vadim Rizov
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thegreyreview.pngHaving directed Liam Neeson in the competent 2010 TV upgrade The A-Team, Joe Carnahan again harnesses the actor's late-career reinvention as Charles Bronson for The Grey, in which Neeson does things like punch a wolf in the face and tell a surly plane crash survivor, "I'm going to start beating the shit out of you in the next five seconds." But Neeson's casting is misdirection: as Alaska oil worker Ottway, hired to shoot wolves who threaten his colleagues, Neeson is here not so much to indulge in the violent swagger he displayed in Taken as to contemplate what it means to be alive and how to reconcile the mind to death. This is admirably ambitious, but Carnahan's not nearly good enough a writer or director to pull it off: the results are portentous, muddled and not nearly as entertaining as Neeson's usual face-punching antics. When word gets out as to The Grey's more philosophical content, audiences will fade away.

At the film's start, Ottway's in bad shape, his tormented voiceover announcing that he feels like one of the damned. He goes outside and sticks a gun barrel in his mouth, but a wolf's cry stops hima silly, vaguely macho moment that's the first of many. Ottway and co-workers board a plane for an unnamed destination and on the flight, Ottway sleeps, dreaming of his long-gone wife. As throughout the film, his maudlin visions are interrupted by a sudden, horror-movie-jolting loud noise: the plane is crashing.

On the ground, it's no surprise that Ottway takes command of the scanty seven survivors including the endlessly obnoxious John Diaz (Frank Grillo), whose ex-con swagger and mockery of his survivors makes you wish the wolves would come for him sooner. Canis lupus takes the form of a band of CGI monsters (when they approach the survivors' fire, they're disembodied alien eyes with no visible bodies), and as an enemy, they're B-movie schlock.

The real enemy's within: despair over God's absence in the world. There's a fireside chat about beliefa particularly ineloquent low, thankfully interrupted by wolvesand later Ottway calls out a challenge to God, asking him for a manifestation of his presence right now. This comes after a particularly ambitious scene: one of the survivors simply gives up the ghost, choosing to sit and wait by a river for death. Having earlier talked a crash survivor through his last moments, Ottway must once again contemplate mortality. Carnahan plays the scene out in a distant long-shot, erring for once on the side of understatement. But the moment is as badly written as everything else in the film and its casually profane bluster falls flat.

Carnahan's nursed similar ambitions before. There's a cringe-worthy moment in 2007's Smokin' Aces where a hitmannot content to let his victim die in peacesmugly sympathizes with, "We're all dying." The Grey examines that sentiment with less black "humor," but Carnahan isn't very smart at philosophical dialogue, and Neeson's flashback reasons for living fail to convincenot only are we meant to feel heart pangs for his golden-light-lit wife, but also an awful, Matchbox 20-caliber poem his dad wrote ("Once more into the fray"). Action-wise, there's a tense sequence of rope ziplining from a cliff down into a forest, but otherwise Carnahan cranks up the noise and shock sounds to exasperating effect. The ending is goofily misguided, but most of this is just competent enough to skirt camp. Instead, it's just dull and leaden and embarrassingly earnest as it tries to spin Neeson's badass image towards something more worthwhile than beating up evil Muslims.

Distributor: Open Road Films
Cast: Liam Neeson, Frank Grillo, Dermot Mulroney, James Badge Dale, Nonso Onozie, Dallas Roberts, Joe Anderson
Director: Joe Carnahan
Screenwriters: Joe Carnahan, Ian Mackenzie Jeffers
Producers: Joe Carnahan, Jules Daly, Mickey Liddell, Ridley Scott, Tony Scott
Genre: Action/Drama
Rating: Rated R for violence/disturbing content including bloody images, and for pervasive language
Running time: 117 min.
Release date: Jan. 27, 2012

 

 

Tags: Tony Scott, Ridley Scott, Mickey Liddell, Jules Daly, Ian Mackenzie Jeffers, Joe Carnahan, Joe Anderson, Dallas Roberts, Nonso Onozie, James Badge Dale, Dermot Mulroney, Frank Grillo, Liam Neeson
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5 Comments

  • JCarn999 on 28 January 2012

    I think ole Vadim should find another line of work. I understand that Wal-Mart is hiring backroom cardboard stackers and after reading this drivel he calls a critique I think that all he is qualified for, stacking cardboard. Do yourself and the rest of the movie going public a favor and leave the critiques to someone who knows what they are talking about.

  • twoencore on 30 January 2012

    what a horrible review. you really should find a new line of work.

  • Peterb on 31 January 2012

    While a grain of truth runs through this review, it is cynical and overlooks the strong use of setting to metaphorically express the film's existential questions. It may seem nebulous, but I think the ending well captures the movie's "live as though you're about to die" theme.

  • tactics on 31 January 2012

    Are you kidding me? This movie was amazing. When I saw it, there wasn't a dry eye in the house. Best film I've seen in years, and heads above anything currently nominated for Best Picture this year. Conversely, everyone I know who say Haywire (including myself) thought it was terrible. Yet you gave that one 3.5 stars. I agree with the other comments here - you need to find another line of work, because you clearly don't represent the viewing public.

  • Rhumanick on 27 February 2012

    JCarn999, I don't care if you actually are the director himself, and this is speaking as a fan of everything you made except Smokin' Aces (an unforgivable p.o.s. by most standards, but I've managed to forgive it anyway); in short: The fuck is wrong with you? Artists are allowed to be assholes, but it makes you look like an insecure bully on the middle school playground -- the kind who dies while D.U.I. two months after high school graduation and no one how's up to their services.

    And if you're not Mr. Carnahan, that's even sadder. Cuz now you're all of those things, plus a whoreson.

    Spoiler alert. Good review, although I liked the film considerably. You pick out the same weaknesses I saw, to a point. Peel away just a bit of Neeson's roughness and the facade fades--I believe Carnahan's philosophy here, and it's conviction, but it just misses the threshold of art. (Only Narc hit that level for me.) It could just be my recent brush with death, but the scene on the crashed plane when Neeson comforts the dying man, will remain with me for some time.

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