by Patrick Bromley
Of course, if the audience with whom I saw the movie was any indication, Roger's not alone. There was uncomfortable and inappropriate laughter all over the film as it played, even in those moments that aren't going for comedy. It's as though audiences these days can't handle a movie that's more than one thing; when it's funny in the first few minutes, they're not prepared to shift gears when the movie does the same. And boy does Super shift gears. A lot.
Rainn Wilson stars as Frank D'arbo, a schlubby but genuinely decent short-order cook married to recovering drug addict Liv Tyler. When she starts using again and leaves Frank for a slick criminal named Jacques (which Frank spells as "Jock"; at any rate, he's played with great James Woodsian energy by Kevin Bacon), Frank has what can only be described as a psychotic break: touched by the finger of God (voiced by none other than Rob Zombie) and inspired by a religious superhero he sees on TV (Nathan Fillion), Frank reinvents himself as The Crimson Bolt, a self-made superhero who beats criminals over the head with a giant wrench. When a manic young comic store employee (Ellen Page, a long, sociopathic way from Juno) pieces together his secret identity, she's enlisted as his kid sidekick, Boltie. Together, the pair plot to take down Jock and his crew -- plus maybe drop a statue on the head of a guy who key'd a car.
The plot of Super is actually pretty standard stuff -- and, to be honest, so is some of the execution. And, yes, comparisons will abound to last year's Kick-Ass, but the two only resemble one another on the surface: guy with no powers decides to be a superhero. Kick-Ass was about the relationship between comic books and reality; Super could really care less about comic books. Frank isn't a guy who really wants to be a superhero at all -- he's a guy who wants to do terrible things to bad people, and wearing the costume justifies those acts. Frank goes on a killing spree disguised as a moral battle against evil, and Gunn even inserts onomatopoetic cartoon graphics to show just how disassociated Frank is from his actions. That separation and the moral questions it raises are what some audiences are going to struggle with, but it's also what makes Super such an angry, sad and ultimately very moving film.
The movie is a kind of low-fi triumph for James Gunn. I was a fan of his first movie, Slither, but Super is a much more mature, challenging movie (that may be the first time 'mature' has been used in conjunction with Super, because it's a movie where people get clocked in the head with a wrench and gush cartoonish fountains of blood) that says a lot more about who Gunn is as a filmmaker. As a fan of James Gunn since his days with Troma, I'm happy that he's back. Super is super.
I just finished the movie and I really liked it. The part I think you're talking about really got to me. I kind of gasped out loud. It definitely Is a few different things but I like all those things. Guardians of the Galaxy was my favorite movie last year and Slither is fantastic. James Gunn is the shit.ReplyDelete