Saturday, March 10, 2018
Jennifer Lawrence plays a Russian ballerina who, after an injury, is desperate to keep her frail mother in good health. Her uncle, a deputy minister of some sort of secret service, offers her a chance to become a Sparrow, a spy who is trained in the art of seduction and assassination. She accepts, and is assigned to get to know an American CIA agent in Budapest (Joel Edgerton), who is being given information by a Russian mole. Her mission: find out who the mole is.
We haven't had a good old fashioned cat and mouse spy thriller in a while, and we still don't have one. I put the fault mostly on the director, Francis Lawrence, who doesn't seem to have a point of view. If the film had stuck to being completely over the top, it might have been fun, but instead takes itself too seriously and becomes deadly boring at times. He might have followed the lead of his star, who gives a performance of strength and cunning, but I fear Francis Lawrence doesn't have the chops that Jennifer does.
It's interesting that the Russians are bad again (we can probably have Trump to thank for that), and I never noticed before how much Matthias Schoenaerts looks like Vladimir Putin. Other Russians are played by distinctly non-Russians such as Ciaran Hinds and Jeremy Irons, and thankfully they don't sound like Boris Badanov (the use of language in Hollywood films is always oddly done--these characters are presumably speaking in Russian when they speak amongst themselves, but also speak English, but they do in a Russian accent).
Charlotte Rampling plays the "Matron," who is the head of the Sparrow training, what Jennifer Lawrence calls "whore school." It is very similar to the school shown in The Handmaid's Tale, where women are trained to leave all their individuality behind.
Most of the second half of the film is wondering whether Jennifer Lawrence has become a double agent or not. I'll admit this makes for good suspense, especially in a scene in which Edgerton is being tortured by a guy who likes to peel the skin off of people.
Red Sparrow is ludicrous. For one thing, great ballerinas don't have the build that Jennifer Lawrence does. And much of the Twitter-verse is complaining about a scene in which she dyes her hair platinum blonde without using gloves and then goes swimming in a chlorinated pool.
The film is also extremely violent. I usually don't care, but the violence was too much for even me.
I found Red Sparrow to be mostly unpleasant and unfortunate.