Perhaps some points should be given to star James McAvoy for trying to bring out his inner asshole. At no point during Wanted did I empathize with his character, that smug little prick Wesley Gibson whose problems all seem self-inflicted before being solved by shooting people in the face. Perhaps I wasn’t supposed to empathize with him. Ostensibly he is the hero (or dweeby anti-hero) of the piece, yet, in hindsight, Angelina Jolie (surprise! Her best performance outside of Michael Winterbottom’s A Mighty Heart) with her cool bluster hiding pain and fostering fanaticism of the kind usually branded on the villains is the unsung angel of death we are supposed to place our empathy. The film may or may not even ask for this, but the question does arise: Are the screen-writers (and graphic novel source material) cheap hacks or Chuck Palahniuk and Michael Haneke wannabes?
A pastiche of references in the same way as WallE, but lacking any sort of cleverness in slotting them in. Fight Club was satire (Wanted in its desperation to be as cool as Tyler Durden seems to forget that), The Matrix a parable of faith, love, and salvation (set in the key of bullet time, mainframes and kung fu), The Usual Suspects about noir styling and narrative trickery and The Highlander about the balance of elation and melancholy of when bestowed with super-powers. (Heck, even Doomsday –the far better insane-action-flick-of-2008– had the ‘where the hell is this going to go next ‘Joie de vivre’ of a vintage B-flick). Wanted lacks a brain, a heart and a soul. It is really just about providing a framework for Timur Bekmambetov to do what he does best: Really, really inventive eye candy. Not that there is anything wrong with that, and the film delivers on that in spades.
But in the summer of 2008 and the relative crapping around these parts on Ironman for being pretty rote in terms of following a connect the dots strategy, it seems unfair to give Wanted a pass for being even dumber and inevitable in that department. Also, in transplanting Russia’s Bekmambetov to the Hollywood machine, it appears that Wanted, with its bigger budget and more computing power seems to have washed out the grain and grit of his other big budget spectacle films, Daywatch and Nightwatch. Perhaps a phone call to Guillermo del Toro is in order to fix that for his next Hollywood project, or perhaps a trip back to Moscow to recharge the batteries? I dunno.
The interesting international cast (Konstantin Khabensky (star of both ‘Watch flicks), Terrance Stamp, David O’Hara and Thomas Kreschtman) is criminally wasted in rote parts and glorified cameos. The actors and inane/pat/not-too-clever plot are shown up by the special effects, which like the mayhem in a Thai action film, is enough to make a braindead watchable film yet nothing one necessarily wants to come back to again (and again). This is especially so when McAvoy’s performance and character seems to be as scatter-shot and vulgar as flying keys from a keyboard that spell out “Fuck You” While I loved that particular image, it existed in a void; there is nothing substantial to cling to as Wesley slings verbal diarrhea in voice over, directed at a highly targeted audience; done without any sense of irony or joy.