Battleship
When terabytes attack!
Grade: D +
Director: Peter Berg
Starring: Taylor Kitsch, Brooklyn
Decker, Rihanna, Liam Neeson and Tadanobu Asano
MPAA Rating: PG-13
Running Time: 2 hr. 10 min.
Although
officially based on a Hasbro’s board game, the true and more egregious inspiration
for the utterly pointless Battleship
is the Michael Bay formula of F/X sensory overload, insipid dialogue (“It’s
been an honor serving with you, captain./The honor was all mine.”), grade school
romance and rank jingoism. It’s hard to find another movie that can act as both
a 2-hour-plus recruiting film for the U.S. Navy and an advertisement for
Beyblades (also a Hasbro product).
Responding
to deep space salutations, an alien armada splash lands in the Pacific just off
the Hawaiian coast. When the terabytes start to attack, Earth’s defense falls
to a stable of sailors as nondescript as the maundering invaders. Hunky Slacker
(Taylor Kitsch), beau to Supermodel Actress (Brooklyn Decker) who happens to be
the daughter of his Ramrod Commander (Liam Neeson), finds himself improbably in
command of a ship of its crew, which includes Pop Star Moonlighting As Actor
(Rihanna) and Comic Relief (Jesse Plemons).
Director
Peter Berg is kind enough to afford his actors the change to exorcise some
reality-based demons. Kitsch supplants John
Carter as the most irksome film he’s headlined in this year, and Rihanna
gets to turn a Chris Brown-by-proxy alien who bloodies her lip into literal
cannon fodder.
The
aliens happen to invade in conjunction with the annual RIMPAC exercises,
affording Berg the ham-handed spectacle of American and Japanese sailors fighting
side-by-side to defend Pearl Harbor. No matter, since the evil E.T.s are
indestructible until the plot doesn’t need them to be, most notably when one ironclad
predator comes to blows with a legless war hero (Gregory Gadson). While saluting
wounded warriors and retired veterans is laudable, concocting ridiculous
scenarios to accomplish this aim is sheer pandering. The only thing more
dubious than a handful of octogenarians recommissioning the USS Missouri back
into action in mere hours is the notion that Big Mo is still housing live
armaments even after being converted into a floating museum
And
don’t even bother to ask why the aliens can destroy most of Hong Kong, Hawaii
and the bulk of the Pacific fleet without breaking a sweat yet are somehow
bested a single ship, their ragtag crew and their accidental captain’s physical
therapist girlfriend. Or why the aliens didn’t bring reinforcements from the
start. Or when deep space radio signals started to resemble laser beams.
Battleship
is for folks who think Transformers
had too much plot complexity and Pearl
Harbor didn’t have nearly enough flag-waving. The lone nod to the actual
game comes when a computer map displays a grid of underwater buoys to track the
movement of alien ships. Otherwise, there is more aptitude in trying to decide
whether to plug a peg into B-3 or F-7 than this loud, mind-numbing shipwreck.
Neil Morris
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