John Woo'S SIGNATURE shot--two guys, each simultaneously
pointing at gun at the other's head--crops up about a dozen
times in Broken Arrow, his latest English-language Hollywood
action flick. There, in a microcosm, lies Woo's basic philosophy
of filmmaking: If something works, repeat it. And his philosophy:
It's a kill-or-be-killed world. Hope you're armed.
If this sounds a little cartoonish, it is, but who wants a morality
play invading their escapism? Broken Arrow is a swift,
entertaining action movie with appealing good guys and likable--no,
lovable--bad guys. It features chases and fights on or in planes,
boats, trains, trucks, helicopters and copper mines. (what, no
spaceships?) All this is standard movie fare, but Woo, a veteran
of the energetic Hong Kong film industry, has a genius for directing
action sequences. His choices are invariably creative and unexpected,
especially in the hand-to-hand combat scenes (the opening boxing
sequence is brilliantly edited). Broken Arrow is full of
jump cuts and slow motion, and though it's not as quirky as his
work in Hong Kong, Woo's instincts are still different enough
from the standards of Hollywood that this movie seems like a breath
of fresh air.
I'll concede the first 15 minutes are rather wooden. These are
minutes solemnly devoted to Character Development. We meet two
Air Force pilots, Deakins (John Travolta) and Hale (Christian
Slater). Deakins is Hale's commanding officer; soon, we see all
too clearly they have a father/son relationship, with a healthy
dose of rivalry tossed in. We learn this because they say things
to each other people would never say, and reveal the kind of information
conversations simply do not reveal. "You push too hard--that's
why you've been passed over for promotion so many times!"
And: "You love to fly, don't you? You're in this for life."
Yeah, right. Well, you just have to wait, because once past that
hump, the mayhem begins.
The term "broken arrow" refers to a nuclear weapon
that's missing or stolen, apparently, and the bulk of the movie
consists of the good guys trying to get one back before the bad
guys torch the world. The good guys turn out to be Christian Slater
and Samantha Mathis (together again at last, five years after
Pump Up the Volume). Mathis plays Terry, a park ranger
inadvertently sucked into the fracas, and she serves both as a
love interest and an action hero in her own right. Travolta is
commander of the evil guys, and, as usual, he's a pleasure to
watch. As Deakins he waltzes through his moves with charisma and
glee. Travolta is a very good actor rather than a great actor;
it's hard to lose yourself in his performances. I'm always quite
aware that he's acting, but he's so magnetic and has such
presence that he conveys something more singular than great acting.
Like John Wayne or Jimmy Stewart, there's always a lot of Travolta
in the role.
And what fun he has playing a villain! He's so cocky and sporting
in his malevolence that it's hard to hate, or even dislike him.
It's interesting that for all the cartoonish aspects of Broken
Arrow, the villain ends up being something less than pure
evil. The character of Deakins calls to mind the worthy adversary
figure from old westerns; even the location evokes John Ford films--southern
Utah, around Lake Powell, in the wide-open West. It's no surprise
then that Deakins also reminded me of that other bomb-loving cowboy,
Slim Pickens. References to Doctor Strangelove pop up all
over this movie, from the scenes back at Central Control (reminiscent
of the War Room in Strangelove), to the final demise of
the bad guy.
Mathis and Slater do a decent job with their mostly athletic
roles, though Slater tends to pale next to Travolta. Slater has
the face and voice of a character actor, and I've always wondered
how he gets so many leading-man jobs. Is he cute? I've read that
he smokes heavily--a fun fact to keep in mind as you watch him
leap and bound for an hour and a half. Mathis, on the other hand,
is more appealing, though her role doesn't give her a chance to
display much more than fear and spunk. Still, fear and spunk are
all you really need in a fun piece of fluff like this one.