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Along with partner and fellow producer Jerry Bruckheimer, Simpson established a signature style for splashy Hollywood products with such '80s box-office behemoths as Beverly Hills Cop (and Cop 2), Days of Thunder and Top Gun. Visually frenetic and aggressively loud, these and other Simpson-Bruckheimer productions set a new standard for slam-bang entertainment in the age of shrinking attention spans. Their formula? Forget about subtlety, plot complexity and delicate nuances of character. Instead, concentrate on imagery as bold and visceral as MTV, set to the throbbing beat of wall-to-wall pop, rock and synthesizer music. Manufacture star vehicles. Offer an experience. Show your characters triumphant. (At any cost, even if, as in Top Gun, a triumph might entail the possible ignition of World War III.) And never miss an opportunity to crank up the volume.
Last year, director Michael Bay demonstrated his mastery of the Simpson-Bruckheimer style with Bad Boys, a surprise hit that turned Martin Lawrence and Will Smith into A-list movie stars. Bad Boys was very much an action flick in the Simpson-Bruckheimer tradition, meaning that it featured lots of shattering glass, overbearing music, striking visuals and foul-mouthed jocularity. It also featured a great deal of the slick, smoky ambiance and rapid-fire editing one usually associates with MTV and high-gloss TV commercials. It came as absolutely no surprise to discover in the Bad Boys press kit that Bay's resume contains dozens of music videos and advertising campaigns. For Simpson and Bruckheimer, those credits would carry more weight than hand-written recommendations from Martin Scorsese and Billy Wilder.
As a reward for hitting pay dirt with Bad Boys, the producers gave their budding auteur more money and even bigger stars to make The Rock. Shamelessly cynical but exuberantly entertaining, this action-adventure movie is every bit as formulaic as earlier Simpson-Bruckheimer productions. But after all, it's their formula.
And, indeed, The Rock is an altogether appropriate curtain-closer for the producers' partnership. (In the final credits, the movie is dedicated to Simpson.) It is a perpetual-motion thrill machine that offers a great deal of sound and fury, much of it brazenly gratuitous and all of it thunderously loud. Early on, there is a high-speed auto chase through the streets of San Francisco that adds nothing to the plot, and reveals very little about the characters involved. It does, however, give Bay the opportunity to smash several vehicles -- including a trolley car -- and to set off some fiery explosions. It's almost as though the director felt compelled to pump up the audience's adrenaline, so he could get away with a subsequent scene or two of exposition before the rush wore off. Bay directs The Rock as though he fears that, if he ever let his pace flag for a moment, his viewers would immediately rise up and walk to another screen at the multiplex.
In this context, casting Nicolas Cage makes perfect sense. Under normal circumstances, the immensely gifted Cage might not be anyone's first choice as an action-movie hero. (It's more likely he would be tapped to play an action-movie villain -- he was terrific in the underrated Kiss of Death remake.) But his precarious balance of coiled intensity and wild-eyed combustibility are extremely well-suited to playing Stanley Goodspeed, an FBI biological weapons expert who is dragged out of his laboratory and dropped into a high-risk field assignment. With each new explosion or burst of gunfire -- and there are plenty -- Stanley grows increasingly frazzled and short-tempered. Eventually, Cage begins to deliver his lines, even those containing complicated scientific jargon, with the ferocity of someone wielding a blunt instrument. Which, when you think about it, is just the way Bay and his producers want that kind of dialogue to be delivered.
The Rock begins to race in its opening seconds, as rogue commandos launch an assault on a U.S. military chemical-weapons storehouse. The invaders are led by Brigadier General Xavier Hummel (Ed Harris), a decorated hero who has spent most of his career in command of covert operations. Over the years, Hummel has lost many good men during top-secret incursions, and none of them received the credit they were due. Worse, because their missions were top secret, they were never officially listed as wartime casualties. And that means that none of their dependents received the benefits that go to the families of soldiers killed in battle. Naturally, this greatly displeases Hummel.
Unfortunately, Hummel's repeated requests for a policy change have fallen on deaf ears. So, to bolster his argument, he and his men steal several canisters of lethal V.X. poison gas, then seize control of the prison-turned-tourist-attraction on Alcatraz Island. He demands that his superiors pay the appropriate benefits to the families of his fallen comrades by tapping into "a secret Pentagon slush fund." If they don't, then Hummel will order the execution of the 80 or so tourists that he and his men have taken hostage. And then he will fire a battery of rockets containing the V.X. gas into the San Francisco Bay area.
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