'Jackal' a lame imitation of '73 thriller
November 19, 1997
Web posted at: 4:54 p.m. EST (2154 GMT)
From Reviewer Paul Tatara
(CNN) -- In 1973's "The Day of the Jackal," which obliquely
"inspired" the new Richard Gere/Bruce Willis film "The
Jackal," a fancy assassin is out to kill French President
Charles De Gaulle.
With no room for error, the killer has an especially
high-powered rifle built for the job. In one memorable
scene, he tests the weapon's capabilities by hanging a
pumpkin from a distant tree, lifting the rifle to his
shoulder and firing. The pumpkin, which represents De
Gaulle's head, explodes into a mass of pulp and chunks.
I probably haven't seen the movie since I was 10 years old,
but that one image is chilling and has stuck with me. The
methodical quality the assassin brings to his experiment
speaks volumes about the kind of trouble De Gaulle is in.
Now for the 1997 version.
Willis, as the assassin code-named "The Jackal," spends the
first 30 minutes of the movie tracking down all the
specialized materials needed to build his own uber-gun.
After convincing a techno-geek to construct the proper
rare-metal-alloy tripod, Willis mounts a 10- or 15 foot-long
armor-piercing cannon on top of it. The cannon must be aimed
via computer and a small TV screen. Eventually, he pushes
the big red button that fires the howitzer at that distant
pumpkin, but he misses. Instead, the 6-inch-long bullet
plows into a tree, snapping it in half. When it falls, it
knocks over the pumpkin.
This is all you have to know about what's wrong with modern
American movie-making.
Freud would have a field day considering the alarming length
of Willis' "gun." Movie guns, like the stages at Rolling
Stones concerts, keep getting bigger and bigger as the
product gets less inspired, but I'll stick with the more
easily graspable idea of movie subtlety.
Nowadays, a scene is considered emotionally muted if the
actor doesn't say much while shooting off a missile launcher
that could blow a hole in the middle of the Empire State
Building. If the guy isn't screaming out obscenities or the
disco soundtrack isn't blaring at top volume while he does
it, the moment is filed under "subdued."
Gere a disappointment -- again
There are lots of other things to bug you in Michael
Caton-Jones' "The Jackal." Willis' techno-gadget obsession is
only the most obvious. Actually, it's not fair to so
prominently feature Willis in this complaint, because he
gives a pretty good performance as the villain who's out to
kill a U.S. government bigwig. Evidently, De Gaulle, having
ruled 28 years ago, is 27.5 years beyond the memory of most
Americans.
The Jackal is one of those smarty-pants types who avoids the
authorities by wearing an elaborate new disguise every time
he leaves the house. At various times during the film, he
strolls through international airports dressed as everything
but H.R. Pufnstuf. Considering his past history as an action
hero, Willis is surprisingly good at cold-blooded,
cold-hearted killing. He enjoys being mean without making a
big to-do about it, and it's fun to watch.
Then, of course, there's Richard Gere.
Regardless of what some people think, I don't enjoy being
mean. I honestly hope every time I walk into a movie theater
that an actor I've previously not cared for is going to
surprise me -- that he or she will give a performance that
makes me rethink my feelings about them. It happened
recently, to a slight degree, with Jennifer Jason Leigh. She
usually has me hanging from the wall by my fingernails, but I
thought she was pretty darn good in "Washington Square."
Unfortunately, this has not happened with Gere.
I just finish watching "Red Corner," and here he is again.
Gere plays a jailed Irish terrorist, the only man alive who
can understand the finely tuned mind of Willis. (Movies
require a suspension of disbelief) "The Jackal" has only
been seen face-to-face by a few people, and Gere is one of
them. The U.S. government, led by Sidney Poitier, who oozes
stern dignity, as usual) gets Gere released from prison so he
can help them track Willis down.
Gere, who speaks with a brogue that makes him sound like he's
about to sell the FBI a truckload of Irish Spring, explains
that, years earlier, Willis shot Gere's pregnant girlfriend
(Mathilda May), killing the child. I've pointed this little
screenwriter's device out before, but, as anyone who's ever
seen a movie knows, this makes it personal. That means that
Gere will be just as obsessed as the feds are with capturing
that mean, old, baby-killin', disguise-wearin',
great-big-gun-totin' Jackal!
Boring, boring, boring
Or so you would think. The biggest problem with the
storytelling is that there's zero sense of urgency over
what's going on.
Gere sits around with Poitier's team of terrorism experts so
many times, you start to wonder if they have enough coffee to
jump-start themselves in the morning.
The movie keeps zipping them around the globe to exotic
locales (suddenly it says "Helsinki" at the bottom of the
screen) as they pursue Willis, but it seems more like they're
"functioning right behind him" rather than the far more
cinematic concept of "chasing him."
Caton-Jones' insistence on using boring lap-dissolves to move
between every new location in the story looks uninspired at
first, but then starts to grate like crazy after you've seen
the 200th one. One or two hard cuts might have helped build
a little tension, anyway.
They finally get down to some shooting, of course, and these
scenes are fairly good. Gere looks cool with his short
haircut and Lou Reed jacket, and Willis gets a level-headed
kick out of blowing up buildings with his neat
sophisto-cannon.
You really have to wonder, though, why a man would go through
this much trouble to shoot a person standing on a dais, in
clear view, giving a speech. The workings of the script make
Lee Harvey Oswald look like an idiot-savant. Or maybe the
Warren Commission did that.
"The Jackal" has some severely brutal shootings, including
one in which a guy gets his arm blown off by Willis. There's
also some strong language, excluding Gere's brogue, which is
pretty weak. Rated R. 123 minutes.