FINAL REEL DERAILINGS
These movies were
going along quite well, but at some point near the end they lost control
and came up short. A bad ending will ruin an otherwise good movie.
This Samuel Jackson
and Kevin Spacey police thriller was kicking some serious booty all
the way until the last five minutes. The filmmakers just decided to
throw in a preposterous resolution that relied on the assumption that
none of the corrupt cops would be listening in on the same police radios
that all the good cops were tuned to. They were all still technically
on duty, so why would they turn them off? They weren't trying to be
stealthy in their approach, so there's no good reason. Spacey pretends
to be bad so he can get the ringleader to confess on the radio.
Another part of
Spacey's plan is to shoot Jackson, and make it look like he's dead (then
give medical attention in a little while, right after the confession).
This is absolutely goofy. Guns don't kill people. Bullets do. There's
almost no way that would have worked. First off, Sam may be a badass
dude, but he'd be screaming like a bitch. It is nigh impossible to pretend
you are dead after having been shot point blank. And the way Spacey
did it was even more goofy (he looked like a gunslinger, not even really
What they should
have done is have Jackson wounded earlier (not seriously, but enough
to get him bloody so they could fake the shooting later). Then they
should have made a point of showing the bad cops turning off their radios
(and let Spacey see them doing it). That way he doesn't give his plan
away to the wrong guys. There. Not complicated and no longer silly.
The mood and atmosphere
in Dark City was very cool, and it was a fun movie to watch. The
ending itself was not that terrible, except that it showed the actual
threat in the movie was kind of lame. On no! The bad guys are keeping
it dark, and adjusting the city in our sleep. Snore.
With the awesome
production values and fabulously creepy bad guys, Dark City owed
it to itself to have a more sinister plotline. The dark men should have
been fueling their underground machine-thing with human lives. They
plan to feed Jennifer Connelly into it, and now Rufus Sewell has a more
compelling quest (moreso than finding a sunny beach seen on a postcard).
At the end, Derek
Jacobi dives at Emma Thompson and skewers himself on a giant scissors
sculpture. Okay, that was just plain dumb. No man over forty dives at
anyone, not even a woman he wants to kill. You can still kill him with
irony, er, I mean scissors, but do it like normal filmmakers do: have
him fall through the skylight.