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Don't Expect a Sequel
by Craig Roush
A Kinnopio film writer
Making the jump from television series to major
American motion picture is a timeless and storied
art mastered by few directors and filmmakers. At first glance, the transition might not seem
nearly as difficult as it is, but upon closer examination it becomes apparent that the differences
between the two media are large enough to cause significant problems. The episodic fallback of TV -
that is, if it doesn't happen this week, it can always happen next week - is not present; and
directors who have become used to directing forty-two-minute segments must suddenly deal with
at least ninety and sometimes upwards of 120 minutes of footage. The Avengers, a spinoff of the
popular 1960's British show of the same name, is neither the first nor the last to fail at making
the jump; if anything, its failure to come together was imminent enough.
Everyone involved here has seen better days, including Director Jeremiah Chechik. His last
big-screen feature, Diabolique, was a suspenseful and engaging mystery thriller. Here, his
work approaches comic book territory in an ignorant fashion similar to that of the last two
Batman features. The characters are larger than life - in a bad sense - and are never quite
on the audience's level. All three principals are played by A-list names, but each of the three
have seen better days. Connery's work here is uncharacteristically drab, and not since 1996's
The Rock has he been much fun. Ralph Fiennes and Uma Thurman, too, are fine for the roles apart
but fail to start much in the way of romantic chemistry together.
If anything, the movie is fun to watch for several reasons, although you may have trouble
convincing a friend to see the movie with you. Even though Connery is rather drab, it's been
over two years since the infamous Brit has been on the scene; any dialogue he speaks is
invariably fun to listen to. Also, the movie's one bit of vulgar language comes both from
an unlikely character and at a horribly unlikely moment; it's over and done so fast that you
might not believe your ears. Finally, in typical comic book fashion, the bad guys are surly,
hulking fellows with third-grade vocabularies or women in tight catsuits. Both elicit attention
from the audience, for varying reasons and lengths of time.
But any ground made there is lost in the terribly convoluted and laborious plot that The Avengers
sports. John Steed (Fiennes) and Emma Peel (Thurman) are suave and debonaire secret agents,
charged with finding the cause in a recent sabotage of a British defense mechanism called Prospero.
Prospero, it seems, has the ability to create a weather "shield" around the British Isles should
the Union Jack come under siege. In the wrong hands (August de Wynter, played by Connery), though,
the controllable weather turns into an extortion plan. De Wynter will bombard the isles with
typhoons and lightning unless paid an appropriate sum. Several questions are left completely
or partially unanswered throughout the movie, including an Emma Peel clone. Overall, The Avengers
is too goofy to be much fun; and with luck its box office returns will be nil, sparing us of a sequel.
Craig Roush, 1998
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