Let’s make one thing clear right from the get-go: this is a
bad movie. We were all expecting it to
be bad. This is Michael Bay’s production
company, Platinum Dunes, behind the wheel here, which specializes in making
cash cows out of nostalgia properties for the cheapest amount possible and the
most minimal amount of effort put in.
Normally, this comes in the form of horror reboots, but here Bay’s crack
team is going after yet another late-80s toy franchise, and the Ninja Turtles
are near and dear to as many Gen-Xers hearts as the Transformers once
were. So is this new TMNT just as bad as the infamously
horrible Transformers quadrilogy? Well, not really, but it’s still horrible.
But before we can talk about the only thing about this film
that
kinda, sorta works, we have to delve into the horrible, horrible
plot. April O’neil (Megan Fox) is a
reporter who speaks entirely in exposition, seeking to prove herself as more than just eye-candy to be objectified, which is somewhat ironic considering that Fox’s
entire career path has relied on just that sort of superficial, chauvinist
attraction. She stumbles across the
turtles during a strike against a vaguely evil paramilitary group called the
Foot Clan, and very conveniently remembers that her scientist father worked on
mutating turtles. She then connects this
to a businessman, Eric Sacks, who wants to use the turtles’ blood to act as a
cure of a pathogen that he wants to release into the atmosphere, so that he can
sell the cure and become very rich. Now
April and the turtles must stop Sacks and his henchman, Shredder, from
releasing the pathogen over New York. If
ever there were a lazier screenplay that relied on convenience, coincidence,
destiny, and plot holes, this is it. The
film jumps from scene to scene with only the slightest connective tissue
between them, and while it never gets to the point of being incoherent, it does
reek of plagiarism, as many key plot points are ripped directly from another
horrible-yet-somehow-successful script, The
Amazing Spider-Man. Convenient box
in the main character’s closet that explains all the backstory? Check.
Evil baddie wants to pollute the air with a toxic gas? Check.
Climactic fight atop a tower where the gas will be dispersed? I could go on, but you get the point.
The performances are really the only thing that could have
carried this poor of a script, but unfortunately the so-called “acting” is
simply horrible. Megan Fox is as wooden
and vapid as ever, with an emotional range of mildly amused to sorta
shocked. The turtles don’t fare much
better, as each of their iconic personalities have been reduced beyond the
cartoonish simplicity implicit in their television origins, and filtered
through the most hypermasculine dude-bro sensibilities one could conceive
of. This results in them barely having
any personalities at all, so even if all the voice-actors’ deliveries weren’t
inappropriately inflected and oddly similar, there isn’t much beyond the
superficial differences to tell their “characters” apart. The only exception is possibly Michelangelo,
who spends most of his screentime very creepily trying to flirt with April, going so
far as to call dibs on her like a piece of property. Gross.
And that brings me to the only thing I did appreciate about
this film. You may notice that my
description of the plot paints April as the main protagonist, and that’s mostly
correct, as her actions are the ones that ultimately resolve the primary
conflict. That isn’t to say that the
turtles are completely sidelined though, as they are the main focus of the
action scenes, which are much better than I could have hoped from a Michael Bay
production. While nothing mind-blowingly
spectacular, they do have a sense of organic flow to them that never feels
disorienting, and there is a neat sense of roller-coaster excitement to an
extended slide down a mountainside avoiding semis and electrified grappling
hooks.
But that point only demonstrates that I understand how this
film could have done so well at the box office, even ignoring the fact that this was
a film marketed at kids. However, setting that mindless action
aside, this film has a multitude of problems at every level of production. Even those exciting action scenes are marred
by the turtles’ cheap-looking CG animation and incredibly ugly character
models. This obviously isn’t a film that
appeals to the sensibilities of long-time TMNT fans, but I don’t see this as
something good for the current generation of fans either. I haven’t seen much of the new cartoon, but I
know it relies on cartoon antics and sly pop-culture nods while relying on rich
character dynamics to tell compelling stories.
Kids expecting to see that in this live-action adaptation will be sorely
disappointed.
And yet somehow this is getting a sequel. Leave your thoughts in the comments below.
Of course it is. TMNT is the kind of property that gets a billion terrible sequels and spin-offs.
ReplyDeleteNow I want to read your review of the game I loved on my SNES: Turtles in Time.