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Bond is reincarnated -- sort of -- as a
shaven-headed punk in xXx.
In case you didn't happen to read the tagline on
the ubiquitous poster, Xander Cage, also known as xXx because he's tattooed
his first initial three times on the back of his neck, is "a new breed of
secret agent." The old breed, we learn pretty quickly, is Bond, James
Bond...but to avoid copyright infringement, the name of the tuxedoed superspy
we see during the movie's opening credits is never spoken. All we know is that
he has some sort of valuable microchip, and has chosen to make his escape from
the bad guys in the midst of a Rammstein concert. Quickly offed, he's left to
be tossed around in the moshpit. As the kids today say, this ain't your daddy's
spy movie.
Only it is, in a way. What's most astonishing
about xXx is how slavishly, almost to
the point of parody, it replicates the James Bond formula, making changes only
where necessary to replace outdated stereotypes. Cage, played by designated
Next Action Hero Vin Diesel, may be a tattooed badass who films illegal extreme
stunts for internet rebroadcast, but once recruited, he still has to have
drinks with megalomaniacal bad guys, find their secret lairs complete with
underground weapons laboratory and turn their girlfriends against them by being
so damn suave. The vodka martinis may be replaced by cranberry and club soda,
the smoking is now a point of ridicule, and our hero can quote Vandals lyrics,
but he's still cocky enough to use his real name while undercover, seduce women
in PG style (fade out after the first kiss) and he even has his own personal Q,
who is a computer geek (Michael Roof) vicariously living through xXx, rather
than tut-tutting old Desmond Llewellyn (God rest his soul). Even the film's end
credits feature gratuitous CGI that plays like a parody of the Bond films'
opening visuals of chicks and guns. And, yes, Xander does get to use a
parachute colored in stars and stripes. Heck, even the film's title comes from
Bond -- "XXX" was the codename for Barbara Bach's KGB agent Amasova
in The Spy Who Loved Me.
The big difference, however, is that the recent
Bond movies suck, frankly, trapped in a rut of stodgy and outdated formula the
producers can't or won't change, and with no remaining Ian Fleming stories to
translate to screen. The concept needed shaking up, and putting a tattooed
wiseass in there is as good a way as any. Plus Asia Argento (B. Monkey) is way too cool to be a Bond
girl, but she fits in here just fine. Cage is also too cool to make bad puns,
and besides, Schwarzenegger claimed that crown from Bond a while back. Cage's
lines go from "cool" nihilism -- "If you're gonna send someone
to save the world, make sure they like it the way it is!" -- to pseudo Butt-head-isms:
Confronted by a vicious Danny Trejo commanding him to talk, Cage responds,
"Uhhh...OK. You're short?"
Which isn't to say that xXx is the savior of spy movies, at least not yet. This vehicle's
still a little shaky. Vin Diesel is a good lead, and has proven acting ability
in non-shoot-'em-up films (see him in Boiler
Room, or hear him in The Iron Giant),
and as his scar-faced boss, Samuel L. Jackson makes the perfect anti-mentor,
explaining his facial wound as "a small price to pay for putting foot to
ass for my country." It's unfortunate that the story's a little nebulous,
with belated explanations flying too fast and thick toward the end
(screenwriter Rich Wilkes is responsible for such gems as The Jerky Boys and The Stoned
Age). Why exactly does evil Russian Yorgi (Marton Csokas, best known as the
elf Celeborn in Lord of the Rings)
want to carry out his master plan of mass destruction? Ummm...because he didn't
like being in the Russian army. Was he abused in the army? Did they force him
to stay? Nope. He just quit because they didn't share his values, one of which
appears to be anarchy, something you can't imagine him ever expecting to find
in the army in the first place.
What the movie may lack in story, however, it
makes up for in sheer loudness. Director Rob Cohen, who arguably made Diesel a
star with The Fast and the Furious,
doesn't hit a home run on every action sequence -- an early bit set in Colombia
is too long and too disjointed -- but there are one or two bits in the movie's
latter third that are guaranteed to hook action fans. Cohen also scores with
some wonderful surreal humor early on (watch for the diner scene), though he
loses points for shooting in Prague, which has already been the setting of
every other international crisis movie this year. xXx still isn't the best Vin Diesel action movie to date (that'd be
Pitch Black -- rent it!), but as the start of an inevitable franchise, it shows
potential. Let's face it, even Vin's fake tats have more charisma than Pierce
Brosnan.