Most of today’s mainstream movies are brewed in crucibles of cliché, stirred by the hands of anxious amateurs, which is why they materialise as Frankensteinian monsters – wobbly, lumbering creations visibly stitched together from used parts. But when the pot is stirred by a crafty alchemist, these clichés can fuse into… if not exactly gold, then at least fool’s gold, inherently worthless but appeasing in appearance. For the second time this year, after Rise of the Planet of the Apes, I walked into a theatre prepared for a few harrowing hours ahead. Boxing robots in a father-son melodrama? How can any good come of this? And for the second time, I walked out with a smile. Real Steel is a sweetly old-fashioned audience pleaser that practically dares you not to like it. You’ve seen the underdog boxer routine in Rocky, the down-on-his-luck father learning to exist with a distant son in Kramer vs. Kramer, a lad forming a psychic bond with a strangely sentient creature in E.T. – but it all comes together as rousing proof that these clichés became clichés for a reason. They work. The only issue with Shawn Levy’s should-be smash is the unexciting title, which sounds like an advertisement for kitchen knives. Here’s an alternative: Formula Won.
Charlie Kenton (Hugh Jackman, in his by-now patented part of a sensitive soul buried beneath a rocky surface) is a former boxer who makes a disreputable living by entering robots as contestants in boxing tournaments. He then discovers that a long-ago girlfriend has passed away, leaving behind an eleven-year-old named Max (the winning Dakota Goyo). Max is his father’s son in many ways, not least in this twinkling thing he does with his eyes that makes it impossible to refuse him – but he’s also a whiz with robots. When Charlie paces about in frustration that an expensive new robot outfitted like a samurai and anachronistically named Noisy Boy doesn’t recognise his voice commands, Max seizes the headset and speaks to it in Japanese. It works. A stunned Charlie demands, “How the hell do you know Japanese?” Max replies, “Video games.” The kid is, in computer-era parlance, a chip off the old block. An uneasy truce is established, and the story very predictably charts a course towards the redemption of Charlie, both as fighter and father.
Real Steel succeeds because it is neither an ear-shattering Transformers-like vision of the apocalypse, where humans are required simply to cower at the corners of the frame, nor is it a schmaltzy against-all-odds saga. It divides time evenly between droids and drama – though its sympathies lie with the former. Charlie’s love interest (Evangeline Lilly) is the perfunctory feminine presence, a silent cheerleader storing news clippings about his glorious past in hidden-away shoeboxes. The robots are more human. When Noisy Boy is slain in the ring and falls to the floor, oil leaks from its head into a puddle that resembles a pool of blood. An earlier robot, tossed into an arena with a bull, imitates the animal’s actions, shaking its head and scraping its giant feet on the ground like a matador. Decades ago, when George Lucas imagined C-3PO as an epicene fussbudget, robots were our slaves and we laughed at them. The climactic showdown in Real Steel occurs between a robot that Max puts together and a destructive, green-eyed behemoth – they are named, respectively, Atom and Zeus. From the infinitesimal to the infinite, from A to Z, the future is clearly theirs.
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KP
October 8, 2011
Amma naana okka Tamil ammayi with scifi?
-KP
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Mambazha Manidhan
October 10, 2011
I thought there was a conscious attempt to make the Hugh Jackman character less of an asshole. Maybe, it was an effort to dial down the cheesy-ness often found in similar Dad-son movies. But, that also meant there was little-to-nothing to work on in the B-story. Maybe, a little more emotion wouldn’t have hurt anyone.
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Rahul
October 11, 2011
Did you watch “Warrior”? It does not leave a single cliche of the sports action movie unexplored , but comes up with an immensely satisfying brew.
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bran1gan
October 11, 2011
MM: About making Jackman less of an arsehole, I think this film was intended as a family-friendly sci-fi heart-warmer. So no point giving the character too much edge. All said an done, it pushed all the right buttons in me. I’m a huge fan of well-made genre cinema. Did you see Vaagai Sooda Vaa? What did you think?
Rahul: No, haven’t seen Warrior!
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rameshram
October 11, 2011
Ides of march is an intelligent political thriller worthy of George clooney. much timepass but also, heart in the right place.
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Nimmi Rangswamy
October 11, 2011
Hey BR, why ask us rather post your eagerly awaited reviews of Mankatha, Engeyum-Eppothum, Vagai Suda Va, Muran… all you saw loooong ago…of course the music of Rockstar you must be taking-in …never mind the delay great to hear what you think of these recent popular and critical hits…
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Mambazha Manidhan
October 12, 2011
I thought Vaagai Sooda Vaa was lovely for the most part. It built up very well and hit the right emotional peaks only to fizzle out. What did you think of it ?
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milo minderbender
October 13, 2011
I second Nimmi’s requests – atleast a few lines in Bitty Ruminations (whatever happened to those? ) – I get a feeling that since your “job related” output has been quite prolific in the last couple of months, you would rather do something else rather than spend time writing more posts? 🙂
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bran1gan
October 13, 2011
MM: I too liked VSV for the most part, until it became an ugly message movie at the end. Two songs were breathtakingly good.
I also liked the way the film underscored (perhaps unintentionally) why Bharathiraja is the be all and end all of gramathu filmmaking, the founder of what has transmogrified into CineMadurai today. This is mostly a light-hearted retread of Pudhiya Vaarpugal — young man comes to distant village to teach; has comic adventures there; faces the prospect of a showdown with oppressive chieftain (though thankfully there’s no thaali sentiment here.)
Midway through the second half the film began to lose its footing. (Others I spoke to said that this happened very early on, because “nothing was happening in the film.” That, for me, was its best quality, that “nothing” was happening.) If you’re going to have a climax revolving around a bad guy, you have to make him more of a presence. Then again, maybe it was part of the whole “adakki vasichifying” strategy of the director (whose career I’ll be watching with interest).
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apala
October 13, 2011
BR,
I enjoyed VSV to a large extend —- like you said, until it became little preachy! That can be pardoned too, I guess!
You rightly said that the best part was when “nothing” was happening! Immensely enjoyed those individual moments. What struck me the most was the way the people carried on with their life in those adverse conditions without asking for your sympathy, so happy, completely content and brought that positive energy to the viewer. Songs were excellent too.
Though the ending was contrived, took away a little from otherwise a wonderful film, I disagree with your “If you’re going to have a climax revolving around a bad guy, you have to make him more of a presence” statement. Like in “paruthi veeran” where those lorry drivers have nothing to do in the story except their role in the climax, same way here, I don’t think more screen time was needed for the bad guy……..he was just there to bring in some trouble and end the story(!).
Anyway, a good and enjoyable film after a long time in Tamil, in my humble opinion!
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bran1gan
October 14, 2011
apala: I see it a little differently. In Paruthi Veeran, there was always the scent of blood and violence in the air, and when the lorry guys came in, they were an extension — a manifestation, if you will — of this violence. It wasn’t out of the blue. But here, I’d have like a more gradual lead-up to the heinousness of the villain would have helped. I think I felt this mainly because the rest of the film was so peacefully uneventful — suddenly all this melodrama felt very weird.
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KayKay
October 15, 2011
“Two songs were breathtakingly good.”
“Sara Sara” has been on repeat play in my i-Pod for a few days now:-)
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radhika
October 23, 2011
talking of father-son-boxer audience pleasers, there’s Champ? Jon Voight playing down-on-his-luck boxer, custody battle over son.
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