Hey, Jason Statham finally found a thing that works! Most folks seem just fine with the badass martial-arts machine he typically portrays, if that's even the term for simply transferring his stuntman workouts to the big screen. For me, that's so completely uninteresting, and so very cold, and I was starting to wonder if he had anything else to offer.
But he's trying. With a decent script, he's got something. With the right co-star, he can be downright charming. Weirdly and wonderfully, it appears to be emerging that the right co-star is a kickass little girl.
Once, as with Safe (which was remarkable for reasons beyond the Stath Redemption), might have been an anomaly. But now it's twice, with Homefront. One more flick in which he gets teamed up with a tough 10-year-old girl, and it'll officially be a trend, and perhaps the best thing that ever happened to Statham as an actor.
Homefront, despite the title, is not a heartwarming Lifetime melodrama. It's a wildly ridiculous action flick in which Statham's Phil Broker is both a former Interpol cop and a former DEA agent now living in Middle of Nowhere, Louisiana, alone with his preteen daughter, Maddy (Izabela Vidovic, who is seriously awesome), since his wife died.
Broker got burned on an undercover drugs op in New Orleans and now he's just lying low, not looking for any trouble. Yet trouble comes anyway (no surprise), if in the unlikeliest way: Maddy puts a bully in his place at school, which enrages his meth-head mama (a truly scary Kate Bosworth), who decides to sic her meth-lord brother on Broker for having had the audacity to teach his daughter how to fight to defend herself, thereby humiliating her son.
There's some almost-profound stuff here, which doesn't surprise me, because this is written by Sylvester Stallone (based on a novel by Chuck Logan). Don't laugh: Stallone is, as a writer, an astute observer of male machismo and suppressed emotion, and he makes us feel sorry for that bully. The kid is not getting appropriate adult guidance at home, and he's just doing what he needs to do to get some attention from his mother.
But that's mostly not what Homefront is about. Mostly it's about discovering that Bosworth's brother is called Gator Bodine and he's played by James Franco in full-on crazy mode, at which point we get to be all, "Awww yeah, it's gonna come down to Statham-Franco!" And it does. Meth labs always promise to blow up so good.
It's all fairly ridiculous, yet also predictable and obvious, which should be more of a contradiction than it is. For example: Broker is an indulgent father and so Maddy has both a kitten and a pony. Is this a happiness that can be allowed to stand? Of course not. Yet neither Stallone's script nor director Gary Fleder overplay the ridiculous stuff, and so we are never invited to take any of it too seriously.
Somehow, Homefront manages to maintain a bizarre yet entertaining sense of redneck soap-opera tragedy. With inevitably exploding meth labs. Winona Ryder as Bodine's trashy, manipulative girlfriend is a particular treat, though almost no one is nice or decent beyond Broker and his daughter. Who are so cute and badass together that I really do want Statham to just keep teaming up with little girls to save the world.
The costumes were amazing and added to the brilliant production.
The striking colors and textures are reminiscent of Southern Colorado and New Mexico. Lovely work.