Angel Has Fallen Could Look Like An Improvement

Nobody claimed that Banning was humanized. But in angel (which often looks like a bargain Sky Fall) we learn that he has back pain, sleep problems, dad's serious problems. He takes pills, but who knows what for. It's not that one of the five screenwriters credited on the film (three for the screenplay, two for the story) would drop to the point of suggesting that all this could be related to his penchant for violence. No, Banning's cold-blooded sadism is not mixed with conscience or remorse; no matter how odd or cloudy lighting, he is willing to kill to protect his commander-in-chief.

One could ask: is it always the same president? Not anymore. Aaron Eckhart, who played President Benjamin Asher in the previous two films with considerable energy as a "Democratic primary loser," left the series and Allan Trumbull (Morgan Freeman) is now at the White House. Trumbull was the Speaker of the House (and briefly, Acting Chair) in Olympus and vice-president of London. Here, we almost want to sympathize with Banning. The guy foiled two different assassination attempts and, logically, should be some sort of instantly recognizable national hero, living on a speech fee or royalties from a ghostly memoir. But it took two films and a change of administration for anyone to offer him a promotion. Maybe that's why he's always sullen.

But even before Banning has time to consider Trumbull's offer for comfortable office work, a disaster occurs. During a fishing trip, Trumbull and his security team are attacked by a fleet of explosive drones, leaving POTUS in a coma. Even worse, Banning, the only other survivor of the attack, has been called a brain, supplemented by a false trail of offshore accounts that connects him to the Kremlin. Of course, Banning being Banning, he soon escapes the custody and goes on the warpath to get out of the name, pursued by two FBI agents (Jada Pinkett Smith, Joseph Millson) with impeccable hair and a Major team of fungible mercenary assassins led by his former army buddy, Wade Jennings (Danny Huston). Martin Kirby (Tim Blake Nelson) calls for war with Russia, surpassing his temporary position at the highest level, on the grounds that no one who has been sworn in as interim president has ever been sworn in. (Not only is this wrong in the real world, but it has already happened in Olympus fell.)

This is in fact the least ridiculous plot in the series, although it is clear that any film depicting fictitious American presidents in great danger basically requires ridicule – especially at this time, given that Hollywood, for all its political bias, has spent the last two years avoiding the declared commitments with the Trump presidency. angel will even go as far as trying to go back on LondonXenophobia, claiming more or less that the previous movie never took place. (Which is funny, because the only reason this movie exists is because it has made money.) LondonPolitics was a numbskull fear, it is more in tune with the lukewarm, generally lukewarm discussions around current affairs, evoking contested electoral results and the possibility that the American population is too well armed for its own good. but never in a way that could be detrimental to ticket sales from the alleged thriller-fantasies public of Tom Clancy, of Sub-Sub.

From the escape of Banning, the film takes place as a predictable series of lawsuits and shootings, as our two-handed hero finally heads to West Virginia's secluded hut, Clay Banning (Nick Nolte), his father, a veteran from Vietnam who became a conspirator. Not that the film never understands what to do with Banning's relationship with his father or with the shimmering Wade or even with his wife, Leah (Piper Perabo, replacing Radha Mitchell, who played this completely ungrateful role in the previous two films ). While angelFrom the director, Ric Roman Waugh (informer, Shoter Caller), represents a decisive step towards London & # 39;It is the incompetent Babak Najafi, he directs each dialogue scene in the same way: quick cuts between the close-ups of the speaker.

Waugh comes out better with the action scenes that are trading LondonA stab for a surplus of pyrotechnic explosions of the 80s. (This is not a bad thing.) angel offers some potentially memorable set pieces – a lawsuit involving police cars and a stolen truck, an attack on Clay's cabin that leads the old madman to unleash a hell of traps, and finally an intense firefight in an entirely White. Multi-storey business center straight out of a film by Michael Mann – they are all victims of a too repetitive editing and insufficient kinetic energy, a problem that's a problem. no firepower on the screen, no twisted wreckage or no ceiling camera angle can solve. However, given the atrocity of its predecessor, which was the choice of this publication for the worst film of 2016, a suite that is only pedestrian represents a dramatic improvement.