Force of Nature
Director: Michael Polish
Lionsgate / Madman
There are bad films where you leave them on and you start to laugh at how bad they are. They are unintentionally hilarious and then – somehow – spontaneously enjoyable. They are the type of entertainment they could have never planned to be. Then there are bad films that are so bogged down in badness as to be something you absolutely wade through. If they’re really bad – like Force of Nature – you might not even remember them while they’re still playing. Did I get to the end? What? It’s still playing now? But I’m staring at the screen and I can’t follow this convoluted storyline at all. I thought I turned it off? What? I didn’t? Huh?!
Force of Nature is so pleased with the pun of its title and the tagline that apparently adds to that: When the perfect crime meets the perfect storm – that no further thought was given to the script.
That this is the sort of fodder Mel Gibson has to chew through now is absolute penance for him being a racist and fairly shit actor forever. And Australian. But he is not the worst thing here. Emile Hirsch not bothering to even try to transcend the lazy cliché of his character’s non-arc isn’t too worrying either. Kate Bosworth being the best of the bunch isn’t particularly remarkable or surprising. The thing that kills this movie dead, the thing that is so absurd, is the fucking script. The person that needs to pay back anything they were given is someone called Cory M. Miller. They have not done their work properly.
Force of Nature takes place in a category 5 hurricane and characters have the fucking windows open just prior to it hitting.
We are supposed to believe that the two cops that are sent to evacuate a building just happen to have stumbled onto a building where a crime is taking place, where a retired cop (Mel) who checked out long ago but will never leave is somehow up with all of the latest police gos.
I mean it’s very nearly so bad it’s nearly good. But it’s not. It’s just shit. Just so awfully shit as to want to make Andy Dufresne nostalgic for the worst bath of his life.
This is filed in the I Watched This So You Don’t Have To: category. A growing sub-genre of bewilderingly bad films.
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