'Green Lantern' Has Superhero Fatigue

Not exactly lighting up the screen, the Ryan Reynolds vehicle gives us little reason to bother

It takes 10 minutes for a human character to appear onscreen in Green Lantern, a personality-free franchise-launcher that builds toward a quaint, if explosive, argument in favor of the nebulous quality of "humanity."

Via a heavily CGI'd prologue, we learn the Universe is patrolled by a group of fearless, multispecies warriors called the Green Lantern Corps—and yes, each member is issued an actual old-school camping lantern, which they use to recharge the clunky rings that allow them to harness "the emerald energy of willpower" to "create what you see in your mind." A new threat known as the Parallax—illustrated as a constantly morphing mass of something like flesh blended with rock, almost an Anselm Kiefer construction anthropomorphized—has managed to kill four members of the Corps, including an arrogant purple humanoid alien who crashes on Earth and uses his last breaths to command his ring seek out his replacement.

The ring ropes in Hal Jordan (Ryan Reynolds), a bad boy but regular-old-human pilot given to a specific brand of cockiness that manifests itself via conspicuous self-deprecation. "I may be a total screw-up in every other part of life, but the one thing I do know how to do is fly," he says, after nearly dying in a test-flight exercise when he's suddenly distracted by an attack of convenient exposition—er, that is, an uncontrollable flashback to the plane-crash death of his dad. Hal doesn't give himself enough credit: He also knows how to flirt, often via terrible double entendre, with Carol (Blake Lively), a former girlfriend now in line to run her father's aircraft company.

About as intimidating as Jake Gyllenhaal
About as intimidating as Jake Gyllenhaal
Where's the green fairy?
Where's the green fairy?

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Green Lantern was directed by Martin Campbell; written by Greg Berlanti, Michael Green, Marc Guggenheim and Michael Goldenberg; and stars Ryan Reynolds, Blake Lively, Peter Sarsgaard and Mark Strong. Rated PG-13. Click here for show times.

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Shortly after the ring finds him, Hal is transported via a green-energy bubble into space, where he meets Lantern leader Sinestro (Mark Strong), an alien who is skeptical that a human could have the skill and intelligence to make it in the Corps. Hal, ever the self-saboteur, is also sure there must have been some kind of mistake, and he takes the first opportunity to escape this new assignment. But then the Parallax gets its hooks into Hector (Peter Sarsgaard), a scientist creepily obsessed with Carol, and from there, it somehow becomes apparent the future of the Earth is in danger, so, you know . . .

I could easily fill pages running down the plot obstacles that Lantern director Martin Campbell soullessly cycles through; identifying all the characters introduced by the film's four screenwriters, only to be easily disposed of; and "explaining" the complete hodgepodge of psychological cause and effects, from the pervasive daddy issues and complete absence of mothers to the arbitrary, less-than-convincing confidence issues that Hal is able to surmount as soon as it becomes clear Carol really wants to kiss him. But the movie never bothers to suggest that any of that really matters: Campbell's ADD style privileges spectacle over story—so much so that the film never rewards the viewer for even trying to keep track of what is going on.

So you give up, and instead try to grab on to the small pleasures, which momentarily distract from the fact that the narrative is nonsensical, the characters so boilerplate that their every action seems preordained from the earliest frames, even as the action onscreen is often incoherent. Sarsgaard, with a major latex assist, gives a grand camp performance only rivaled in the past 12 months by Michael Sheen in Tron: Legacy. While hardly even registering as a villain, the Parallax is a breathtaking visual idea—roasting its victims alive while simultaneously slurping up their flesh, the entire maneuver rendered as a lacy spray of golden fire and charcoal ash.

This is pure cinematic magic, but the motives of the menace are muddled, if not completely opaque. And while Reynolds isn't a sharp enough actor to really find the crackle in his standard-issue superhero wisecracks, his body is a marvel of precision sculpting. As he breathes in and out in the skintight, digitally enhanced Lantern suit, each abdominal muscle seems to pulse independently. It's transfixing—and the closest Green Lantern gets to character detail.


This review appeared in print as "Superhero Fatigue: Not exactly lighting up the screen, Green Lantern gives us little reason to bother."

 
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Raykarch
Raykarch

It would appear from the tone of the review that the critic has never read a comic book and does not enjoy the sci-fi genre. If she had taken the stick out of her ass long enough to actually enjoy the movie instead of postulating psycho babble issues like so many red herrings in a sea of irrelevent nitpickings, she would have realized that this brought the flavor of the comic to the screen perfectly. Ryan Reynolds (while not my first choice) nails the character of Hal Jordan in a way that pleasantly surprised and delighted me. The entire cast was spot on. The plot was consistent and easy to follow even for a moron (but only if you were actually paying attention.) The special effects were spectacular. All in all, Warner Bros. is to be congratulated for setting a new bench mark for super hero movies.

 

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