87. A-Team, D-Movie
Saffy with vintage Howling Mad Murdock action figure
Before the movie.
Bert: What are we watching?
Me: I’m not watching Sex and the City, I’ve seen Prince of Persia, and Emir is not showing here, which leaves The A-Team.
Bert: Oh, the one with the two gays.
Me: Two? I’ve heard the Bradley Cooper rumors, but who’s the other one?
Bert: Liam Neeson.
Me: NOOO! Liam Neeson is not gay. He is famously not gay.
Bert: He’s been involved with all kinds of women—Helen Mirren, Julia Roberts—and after the death of Natasha Richardson, maybe he wants a change.
Me: You baklas have taken everybody, but you cannot have Liam Neeson! (Colin Farrell we share.)
The trailer.
Me: Ooh, it’s the Christopher Nolan movie.
Bert: Gasp! It’s my husband, Leonardo DiCaprio!
Me: Gasp! It’s Cillian Murphy!
Bert and Me: Gasp! It’s Joseph Gordon-Levitt as a man!
Bert: We must watch this smorgasbord.
The movie itself.
Bert watches the first two minutes with the bad handheld camera and senseless blocking and falls asleep. Ten minutes later he is called back to the editing room. I stick around because I am an optimist. I figure that if a movie can’t be good, it can at least be bad fun.
Liam Neeson is a far better actor than George Peppard, but Hannibal Smith is not an acting job, it is a charming cartoon. Neeson cannot do fluff, too much gravitas. Also Peppard could really work that cigar and in Neeson’s case it just reminds us of his famous attribute.
When Bradley Cooper trowels on the charm he just looks oily and cloying and makes us miss Dirk Benedict.
I’d gotten it into my head that Spike Jonze was Howling Mad Murdock. No, it’s Sharlto Copley, who was terrific as the dorky bureaucrat in District 9 and just looks lost in this clunky movie. The original Murdock was Dwight Schultz, who could pull off the combination of bonkers and dependable. Schultz later played J. Robert Oppenheimer in Fat Man and Little Boy, a movie about the Manhattan Project.
But the A-Team rises and falls on the actor who takes over the Mr. T role, and you knew this was coming: I pity the fool who cast that actor.
In the scene where the CIA guy visits Hannibal Smith in prison, there is a shot of Liam Neeson walking towards the camera, and for five seconds the camera stares at his crotch. We don’t even see his face, just his fly—a lingering shot of his famous attribute. I did not imagine this, I swear. Either the director was attempting humor—a quality strangely absent from this movie (and it’s The A-Team!)—or the projectionist was fascinated by the famous attribute.
And the sad part is, I still got up and walked out of the movie. What a waste of time.