By Brian Orndorf
Controversy has followed â€œG.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobraâ€ ever since the film sprinted into production early last year amid writer strike restrictions, with fans feverishly voicing their objections to the director, the fetish-wear costume design, and character arc alterations. The buzz was so toxic on this feature, Paramount fearfully withheld the film from press screenings to preserve whatever goodwill was left to profit from. Itâ€™s not been an easy journey for â€œJoe,â€ but the toy-inspired film is finally ready to show, and to be perfectly frank, Paramount was smart to hold the picture until the last possible minute.
Reclaiming a state-of-the-art weapon that allows microscopic nano-technology to eat away anything in its path, arms dealer McCullen (Christopher Eccleston) has taken his prize to Cobra, an evil organization bent on controlling the world. Alongside members Storm Shadow (Byung-hun Lee), The Doctor (Joseph Gordon-Levitt, embarrassing himself), and Baroness (Sienna Miller), McCullen sets out to prove Cobraâ€™s might, attacking landmarks and terrorizing the public. Coming to the rescue is G.I. Joe and its team of highly trained soldiers, led by General Hawk (Dennis Quaid). A secret global organization created for defense, the Joe squad welcomes new members Duke (Channing Tatum) and Ripcord (Marlon Wayans) to their ranks, joining the likes of Scarlett (Rachael Nichols, enjoying herself) and silent ninja Snake Eyes (Ray Park). Setting out to spoil Cobraâ€™s scheme, the Joes find a powerful enemy that will stop at nothing to control the world, forcing Duke to confront his personal demons and lead the heroes to victory.
When â€œTransformersâ€ hit unreal box office highs during the summer of 2007, it was only a matter of time before Hollywood would try to recreate it, mining the 1980â€™s toy line gold rush further, settling on the â€œG.I. Joe: A Real American Heroâ€ plastic dynasty. Well, the whole â€œAmerican Heroâ€ label has been carefully peeled off the packaging, but â€œRise of Cobraâ€ salvages the rest of the inflated ingredients, setting up a cartoon tale of ornately costumed good vs. evil, battling each other with outrageous weaponry, crude one-liners, and slick vehicles of all shapes and sizes. Director Stephen Sommers is no stranger to these animated demands, having directed â€œVan Helsingâ€ and two installments of â€œThe Mummy.â€ In a weird way, Sommers is perfect for the â€œJoeâ€ job, having cut his teeth on boisterous, deafening entertainment for teen boys.
While Sommers can conjure up action figure caricatures with one hand tied behind his back, the man has never revealed any ability to direct a feature film. â€œJoeâ€ is the latest bloated float in Sommersâ€™s sad parade of cinematic shame. Ordered to make something loud, dumb, and fun, Sommers only manages two of the three mandates, going overboard trying to sell the whimsy of the product, but leaning too long on the smother button. Action sequences (and the film is wall-to-wall mayhem) are a blur of edits and movement, following the Joes as they spring into battle. Itâ€™s a hyperactive aesthetic that kills the merriment; Sommers almost appears to be going out of his way to fudge spatial relationships. The toy line was all about appearances and the careful study of machinery, welcoming close inspection. The feature film maintains a furious pace, turning a whirlwind, globetrotting tale of greenscreen war into a needless and repetitive sensory assault. Rapid fire is the directorâ€™s crutch, and one would think that for a universe as vivid as â€œG.I. Joe,â€ he couldâ€™ve taken a little more time and effort to bask in the glow of the exhaustive mythology that was built on the backs of a million allowances. I think the fans deserve better than this guy.
In-jokes (yes, the line â€œAnd knowing is half the battleâ€ is uttered) and characters winks pepper â€œJoe,â€ along with purposefully exaggerated special effects that result in at least one marvelous sequence (a Parisian assault with the Joes in turbo suits). Sienna Miller also adds some needed sparkle as the slinky, warm-blooded Baroness, while Dennis Quaid goes to town on a John Wayne impression for Hawk. The film needed more of these fine actors and less of Marlon Wayans (for obvious reasons) and Channing Tatum, who reduces Duke to a vague, dim Vanilla Ice presence — in a film that requires nothing from the cast outside of the ability to maintain a strict diet, Tatum can barely spit out his dialogue.
The franchise pawns are all in place by the close of â€œJoe,â€ and Cobra does indeed rise, as will sequels. Ditch Sommers, recast Duke, and spend some of that budget on decent CG work, and there could be something special in store for future big screen â€œJoeâ€ adventures. Keep Sommers around and all â€œG.I. Joeâ€ is going to be is a glorified Cannon Films production with a nasty case of ADD.