Bad acting nonsensical plot whats the point of Jason Momoa revenge thriller
SWEET GIRL â â
MA 15+, 110 minutes
Vengeance is not a sin in Hollywood â" more like a virtue. It has buttered more Tinseltown bread than all the other sins combined. Thatâs because vengeance offers old school âjusticeâ â" the hero rights a great wrong, with extreme prejudice. No trial, no lawyers, no appeal, no worries.
Jason Mamoa and Isabela Merced play a father and daughter out for revenge in Sweet Girl.
This story form has been around since before the Old Testament. It was a staple of westerns. Charles Bronson repackaged it in the 1970s with Chatoâs Land (1972) and Death Wish (1974). Liam Neeson refurbished his bank account with it in the Taken series. Itâs often a nasty, reactionary genre but not always: The Road to Perdition (2002) was a revenge fantasy worthy of a good novelist.
Jason Momoa, the Hawaiian hunk, has made it his specialty. Here, he takes a fair whack of the plot of Road to Perdition and adds a twist with double pike and lashings of blood. Iâm not supposed to reveal that manoeuvre, but itâs a doozy â" and about as silly as a dog in a tutu.
Momoa doesnât change much from role to role. He rocks a long-haired biker look, with real facial scars he got when someone glassed him in a fight in Los Angeles in 2008. He started out as a muscular model with a Maori warrior image. His heritage is Polynesian/Native American/German and Irish. Heâs not quite cuddly like Dwayne Johnson: more like a heavy metal young Stallone, dealing in blood and bone. He canât act for toffee, but heâs rarely required to.
In this one, Momoa is Ray Cooper, a loving husband and father, living in Pittsburgh. His wife Amanda (Adria Arjona) dies of cancer, deprived of a new drug treatment by a corrupt Big Pharma company. Ray and ass-kicking daughter Rachel (Isabela Merced) go on the run after Ray attacks the drug companyâs boss. Theyâre pursued by three hitmen, which allows the movie to stop every few minutes for a punch-up. Thereâs more knife action than usual. That makes it just that bit nastier and more personal for the viewer.
Thereâs not much point criticising the script. As in a slice of Swiss cheese, holes are to be expected. Almost nothing Ray does makes sense, unless he wants to leave a trail for his opponents to follow. The father-daughter dynamics are soporific and sentimental. The film veers from icky to sticky, as the fake blood flows. If you wanted to design a movie for conspiracy-loving rednecks like the ones who stormed the US Capitol, this would be hard to beat. Momoa takes on the big âtheyâ who control everything. âTheyâ are everywhere. âTheyâ can find him quicker than the FBI; âtheyâ just keep coming.
Part of the finale even takes place in the Pennsylvania legislature, where âtheyâ reside. The plot is wilfully dumb, the message pernicious. Momoa walks through it, his emotions running the gamut from A to⦠well, just A. Director Brian Mendoza, on debut, is a close friend of the star, which tells us whoâs wearing the pants.
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Paul Byrnes is a film critic for The Sydney Morning Herald and The Age.
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