I’m “biast” (con): nothing
(what is this about? see my critic’s minifesto)
Rampage raises the bar on big dumb fun. I’m not sure I ever thought that could be a thing, but it’s obvious: Just because a movie is dumb doesn’t mean it has to be stupid. It doesn’t mean it has to be insulting. Just because all those things usually go together doesn’t mean they have to.
So we have The Rock, who is a certifiable Movie Star, just always a pleasure to spend time with (though much more so when the movie he’s in isn’t stupid and insulting *cough* Jumanji *cough*). We have lots of giant monster action, as if Rampage somehow knew in advance that Pacific Rim 2 was going to go almost exclusively roboty on us and we’d need that. Those two things alone might have been more than enough for big dumb fun, and yet there’s so much more.
Dwayne Johnson’s (Baywatch, The Fate of the Furious) Davis Okoye isn’t just a regular ol’ movie badass. He is — I am sorry to have to inform those people who will be sorry to hear this — a social justice warrior. Literally. He is a former elite soldier with a whole lotta “redacted” in his file who is now an anti-poaching, pro-wildlife badass. That’s how he met George: the rare albino gorilla was just a baby when he rescued the ape from poachers in Africa. (Oh, and does Davis have a Nigerian surname? He sure does.) Now he and George, who lives at the San Diego wildlife facility where Davis works, have a real “we’re all dudes here” kind of relationship. They have a good laugh over practical jokes and sign digs at each other — their brand of sign language includes rude gestures, which of course George thinks are hilarious.
George may be a fantastical version of a real gorilla — he’s too smart and a little too human in his sense of humor — but he is a very nice boy. And having a rapport with animals looks pretty darn sexy on a human man. Davis and George are great together and have real chemistry, which is a trick when one of them is CGI. I hope their next movie is a buddy comedy in which they play cops who get mixed up in a wacky banana heist or something.
Anyway, their friendship gets disrupted by a canister of genetically engineered “turn an animal into a beserker monster” pathogens that falls to Earth from the exploding space station, which would be enough to ruin everybody’s day except it’s even worse. There are, in fact, three canisters, and all of them land in the lower 48 United States, what are the odds. One mutates George into mega-George; he gets big and strong on a King Kong level. Another lands in the Everglades and transforms a crocodile into a hideous giant reptile like something out of a Japanese monster movie. The third lands in the Rockies and turns a nice ordinary wolf into an enormous wolf-wolverine-bat thing. These are animals of a scale and a ferocity that, when they go up against military helicopters, the helicopters lose. This is goofball sci-fi turned up to 11.
Of course, the mad-science corporation that had sponsored the experiments on the space station want their “weaponized DNA” back. Good thing evil CEO Claire Wyden (Malin Akerman: Stolen, Rock of Ages) built in some genes that make the transformed creatures respond to a radio signal, and that she just happens to have access to the transmitter atop the Sears Tower in Chicago to send out the call and bring the monsters right there and somehow collect genetic samples from them. Either Wyden has never seen a Godzilla movie or she actively wants Chicago to get smashed to smithereens by the monsters; either is suspicious. But perhaps The Rock and Naomie Harris (Collateral Beauty, Moonlight) — as Dr. Kate Caldwell, the scientist who created the weaponized DNA before she realized the evil purpose it would be put to — can stop the monsters and save George, too?
Spoiler: Chicago takes a beating. And it’s a bit too realistic, a bit too many shades of 9/11 for a movie that’s just supposed to be big dumb fun. Even if urban destruction was the point of the 1980s console videogame this is (very loosely) based on.
Still, this is a movie that features multiple cool female scientists; Marley Shelton (Scream 4, A Perfect Getaway) plays another one. It passes a racial version of the Bechdel Test almost every time Johnson and Harris speak to each other. It features the hero unironically saying things like “You have to evacuate Chicago” with the impassioned sincerity of a man who thinks that can actually happen in the space of mere minutes, in a movie that mostly agrees that it can. (That sort of optimism is kinda refreshing, if hopelessly naive. But at least a thought is given to preventing civilian casualties.) It invents a government agent in Harvey Russell (Jeffrey Dean Morgan: Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, The Salvation), who announces that he is from a secret agency he can’t name but, “when scientists shit the bed, I’m the guy they call to change the sheets”; he deserves a movie all of his own, not least because, just what the hell is happening in this world that he gets regular work?
I didn’t say that Rampage raised the big-dumb-fun bar a lot, but it’s more than most similar movies bother with.
So this is the first video game based movie that is good?
I mean, I think that honour goes to Wreck-It-Ralph. Yeah, yeah, I know it’s an original story, but Ralph is so based off of the NES Donkey Kong that I’m sticking by my statement
I don’t agree. Wreck-It-Ralph takes its inspiration from numerous early arcade games, even Rampage. Just linking it to NES Donkey Kong does it a disservice.
I agree with you, I oversimplified (though I was meaning the character of Ralph was more based off of NES Donkey Kong, not the entire movie)
Edge of Tomorrow is the best videogame movie ever. :-)
Source Code is pretty good too. It’s definately how I play detective games.
Shit, that just blew my fuckin’ mind.
I would play the shit out of that game. Mainly because I suck at FPS games and constantly die.
What they ditched them being mutated humans that turn back to normal form/size when sufficiently beaten up? Outrage at Not My Rampage!
Just kidding. My only offense is them continuing to make Thing From Your Past That Warrants No Movie: The Movie. Glad to hear it’s a less-terrible example from the genre. I hope it has proportionally greater success than others of its kind.
There’s a big difference between a dumb movie like this one and the most typical dumb Hollywood movie.
Here, the movie is telling the audience “Yeah, of course this is dumb! We know that, and we know *you* know that! But trust us, we won’t insult your intelligence and we’ll have fun together.”
Whereas with the typical dumb movie, the attitude is “Yeah, this is stupid, but don’t bother trying to make it better. Those moronic cretins in the audience won’t know any better.”
My favorite little thing about this movie is how the monsters somehow instinctively *know* that helicopters count for the most bonus points. Do any helicopters make it out of this movie unscathed?
“It wasn’t the copters that killed him. It was the corrupt workings of our profit-driven economic system.”
“That’s right. It was booty that killed the beast.”
I was going to “upvote” that comment, but that would just encourage you.
Well done. :-)