THE A-TEAM

There are a hundred questions to be had, within the opening ten minutes alone, along the lines of how did the good guys end up tied up, who are the bad guys and where did they come from, who is representing who, how and why did two of the heroes just happen to convene in the desert, and how did these reckless guys manage to last 80 missions together, and so forth with The A-Team. Some questions are more relevant than others but the mind scans feverishly when there is nothing else to do.

Of all the TV show adaptations, this one seems particularly like a good idea to blow up to the big screen since the action possibilities of a Special Forces team gone rogue after being framed by high up government conspirators seem limitless, with built-in colorful characters. Efforts are immediately deterred when “The A-Team” is edited like a two hour coming attractions trailer.

Bradley Cooper is pre-occupied acting sexy, reprising the same kind of overgrown fraternity boy he was in “The Hangover” but is laborious here while playing Templeton “Face” Peck. Quinton “Rampage” Jackson, a UFC light heavyweight, is B.A, Baracus but is no match for Mr. T. Sharlto Copley, the star of last year’s “District 9,” is pilot and navigation expert Howlin’ Mad Murdock, and also a loon but too much of a loon.

Beyond all these calculations it is humbling to report that Liam Neeson (“Taken”) gives a full-bodied performance as Hannibal Smith, the chief of the outfit. Even Neeson’s haircut seems like serious divide and conquer business. Neeson not only builds rapport with his co-stars and believable seething ridicule with his adversaries, he looks like he can take on some of his own stunts. However, there are few actual human stunts in the movie.

“The A-Team” will be attended by millions worldwide, many of them will be in a cheering mood for action and excess (mostly just excess). But as a critic I am bewildered as to why so many moviegoers are impressed with computerized stunts anymore. I can still get wowed by action, but it is much more impressionable if there is human probability.

When a tank flies in the movie by way of discharging artillery and somehow hovering the vehicle in mid-air (uh-huh), my eyes are not impressed. Certainly there are other moviegoers like me interested in what the human body is capable of doing and not what Hollywood computers are capable of doing. There is a reason why East Asia action pictures are currently more exciting.

I was finally entertained, and nudged upright in my seat, by the distraction-diversion-division finale – a gigantically staged showdown at a cargo dock stocked with freight containers – but the rest of the action in Joe Carnahan’s (he directed “Smokin’ Aces”) movie is incoherent or impossible. There is one love story in the movie involving Jessica Biel (“The Illusionist”) as a Captain Charissa Sosa and Cooper’s character Templeton. She is high level enough to order her military team to shoot down and blow-up Cooper and his buddies at one point (no arrest or detain, just shoot down), and yet somehow, he forgives her and waits for her kiss at the end of the movie. Uh huh. With so much excess and flash, the movie couldn’t care less about changing its mind about its characters five minutes later. The cinematography is flashy, too, with lots of flash-pans and crooked angles, which is a shame, too, to the discerning moviegoer.

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Grade: D+