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« on: 12 February, 2010, 08:24:47 PM »
Saw this yesterday and I'm STILL trying to fathom it. No, not the TV series, but the BIG SCREEN remake; which, if nothing else, was incentive enough for me to hire out first the 1985 original (FINALLY, having never seen it), courtesy of my local library (despite having incurred a fivepoundfine due to their incompetence when it came to renewing some books. Twats).
Mel's on semi-automatic mode, mostly sleepwalking his way through LETHAL WEAPON 1.5 sans the narrative cohesion. Sure, with almost four hours less to play with, a certain amount of paring down both in plot (Gaia) and characterization (incest) is to be expected; yet stuff simply happens often for no reason than to give people something to do. Once the conspiracy is revealed (far too early, which would have been fine if there'd been a twist towards the end), the movie has bugger-all else to do except indulge in Mel's gulping gung-ho antics. I'm still unsure exactly what purpose Jedburgh serves (now THERE is where that twist might have been), even if Ray Winstone's final scene has a quiet coolness about it.
And yet, it's the TV series not the film that's doing an Emma Craven, despite the final episode's drawn-out silliness. So much so, I was even comparing moobs with Ian McNiece, last night.