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The Magnificent Seven

11/6/2017

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C
1.87

A band of misfits defend a frontier town from a rapacious mining titan.

Directed by Antoine Fuqua
Starring Denzel Washington and Chris Pratt
​Initial Review by Jon Kissel

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​Remakes immediately make a certain portion of the film-going population cringe.  The popular refrain of ‘X ruined my childhood’ booms out whenever some hit is rebranded, whether the update is gender-swapped (Ghostbusters), CGI-stuffed (Clash of the Titans), or unnecessary (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory).  Remakes occasionally reach for greatness (The Fly, True Grit, The Departed, Let Me In), but they’re often cynical cash-grabs from creatively bankrupt studios, which brings us to Antoine Fuqua’s Magnificent Seven.  I’ve seen the 1960 John Sturges version, and though it’s a fine and competent classic Western, I merely admired it.  While some misogynist nerds might claim that Melissa McCarthy made the original Ghostbusters worse somehow, I take the opposite tack on the two Magnificent Sevens.  The Fuqua version, with all its hamfisted writing and amateurish directing and general pointlessness, improves the Sturges version.  Seeing a straightforward story told badly reminds one of the value of basic competence.

The main adjective that jumps out for Magnificent Seven is artless, a term compounded by the earlier work done by the main players.  Fuqua’s greatest success has been Training Day, an indelible film anchored by one of Denzel Washington’s most iconic performances, but Fuqua isn’t being carried by Denzel.  In Training Day, Fuqua is crafting a pervasive atmosphere of doom to match the Luciferian qualities of Alonzo Harris.  On the script is Richard Wenk and more importantly, Nick Pizzolatto of True Detective fame.  The first season of True Detective earns Pizzolatto a lot of goodwill, and though the second season was a disaster, it was at least one with his creative stamp on it.  Despite Pizzolatto’s vision and Fuqua’s talent in mood construction, both are failing to utilize any of their talents.  Magnificent Seven is freighted with flat and expository dialogue and action clogged by choppy editing and little sense of space or urgency. 
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It’s not like there isn’t plenty for Fuqua and Pizzolatto to work off of.  The foundation for all this, Seven Samurai, has the unimpeachable reputation of a foundational cinematic block, an epic that is regularly ranked as one of the greatest films of all time.  Sturges’ Magnificent Seven lacks that kind of weight, but it has survived decades as one of the better Westerns in the Hayes Code censorship era.  While I can’t speak to Seven Samurai, I can absolutely say that Sturges’ film is about something, a conservative manifesto about the dignity of self-defense and the emptiness of a transient, mercenary lifestyle.  It even gets close to putting a gray hat on its villain, a desperate bandit leader played by MMC favorite Eli Wallach. 

Fifty-plus years later, all that nuance has been removed for a mass-market hodgepodge of gunplay and archetypes, a slog where motivations are baldly stated but still poorly communicated.  This is a film about nothing.  The closest I could come to a resonant theme is Bogue’s belief that because he is successful, he is justified, a key American myth in a genre known for American myth-making.  That’s all a good start, but Pizzolatto, the man who wrote Rust Cohle’s long and windy monologues and metaphors, has Bogue relay his thinking in a simple bullet-pointed list.  His introduction, oozing into the church and shooing the minister from the lectern, should’ve been the stage for a hefty monologue, but like everything else in Magnificent Seven, it’s an A-to-B straight line meant to move the plot thuddingly forward. 

When Pizzolatto’s script isn’t eliding opportunities for meaning and depth, it’s taking half measures with everything else.  The townspeople are all jittery whenever Denzel comes into town, but nothing comes of it or the fact of who he is.  This is a man quite possibly enslaved a mere decade earlier in a country that fought a bloody and gruesome war over exactly that issue, but it goes completely undwelled upon.  Do something more with it, or completely ignore it, but don’t ensure that the viewer is supposed to be mindful of how untrustworthy everyone is of him and then abandon the whole thing.  Chris Pratt’s Faraday tosses off a line about nightmares but there is nothing in his dialogue or his performance to suggest any sense of regret or reflection.  Just cut the line about nightmares and have him be an amoral 19th century bro with a penchant for magic tricks.  There’s a training sequence that forgets to display any sense of progress, or why exactly townspeople characters who have talked about their hunting prowess can suddenly not hit a stationary dummy.  Lastly, though I could go on and on, as a devotee of Deadwood, a show whose final season revolves around a murderous magnate not unlike Bogue, there’s the omnipresent reminder that Bogue/Deadwood’s Hearst is not just a man but an avatar of shareholders.  While it might be satisfying to kill him, it doesn’t actually solve any problems.  The land is still owned by Bogue’s company whether or not he’s alive to claim the profits.  However, Deadwood’s David Milch thought about the story he was telling, while Pizzolatto did not.

While the script is plagued with holes and laziness, Fuqua is flubbing scene after scene.  He forgets that film is a visual medium from the opening frames, showing two goons lugging a deposit box as obviously ADR’d lines opine about how heavy the gold is.  Just show them straining to carry it and immediately make your film a tiny bit better.  Denzel’s introduction is directly lifted from Django Unchained, and serves as a reminder of what a superior filmmaker Tarantino is.  To go back to Training Day, I know that Fuqua can craft a tense scene, but here, he turns to quick draws so often that they lose all their tension by the fifteen-minute mark.  He loses track of the larger scenes such that I’m rarely clear on what each sides’ numbers are, where they are in geographic space, and what to expect threat-wise, not that there is much of a threat from the stormtroopers and their terrible aim.  Lastly, though again, there are plenty of negatives to mention, Fuqua keeps returning to a shot series where he finds each of the seven, to the point that it’s distracting and doesn’t even make sense.  Dismiss this as nitpicky if you must, but after the battle, Denzel looks in a direction and there’s one of the Seven’s bodies.  Fine, that one died on the ground.  Then, he looks in another direction and the camera finds a body in an elevated position that Denzel cannot actually see from his location.  When Fuqua obviously wants me to be feeling the loss, I am instead wondering how Denzel can see this body, robbing the moment of any weight because Fuqua can’t film a coherent sequence of shots.  This seems like basic stuff from a filmmaker who I know can do better.

To return to the topic of remakes, the one marked difference in this version is the level of diversity in the cast, but like Pizzolatto’s script, the casting is a self-congratulatory bag of half measures.  I mentioned the emptiness around Denzel’s race, and the other minorities are only there for a progressive pat on the back.  Billy Rocks is defined by his weaponry and little else.  Red Harvest may as well be an RPG character, because he just walks up to Denzel the quest-giver and accepts for the XP.  Of the rest, Ethan Hawke’s Goodnight is given the soundest arc, but it is never in question that he’ll return after leaving the group.  Vincent D’onofrio’s Jack Horne is at least making very big choices.  Pratt is a gifted comic actor but he is sunk by his dialogue, and Denzel’s Sam Chisolm is on a standard revenge mission.  As a group, the septet should at least have a fun rapport, but even that is nonexistent.  Again, there’s the seed of former enemies (Mexican and Texan, North and South, settler and Indian) making peace, but it’s a detail given no more weight than the color of their costumes.  Why is this film over two hours long and so thin at every level?

The only assets of The Magnificent Seven are the result of the actors doing what they can with the little they’re given.  Denzel is incapable of being bad, and that holds true.  His leadership at least carries this shambling mess into the realm of rooting interest into who lives and who dies.  That’s the best thing I can say for it, that I was mildly curious as to who was going to bite it during the climactic battle.  Then I found out, and felt nothing.  This film has the gall to end on the line ‘It was magnificent’ while the town lies in ruins amongst piles of dead bodies (but very few horses, go figure, another punch pulled).  None of the bittersweetness of Sturges’ film exists, just bloodthirsty satisfaction and manipulative good and evil.  It’s boring, through and through, a mere exercise in paycheck cashing with nothing on its mind beyond what the proceeds will pay for.  May Pratt name his new boat the We’re All Better Than This.  D
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Cooker
11/7/2017 01:54:39 pm

I never saw the original; I was never a big fan of westerns. An evil industrialist takes over a small village and a townie recruits a group of outsiders to help the villagers fight back. Before the climatic showdown, which is your typical “who’s going to survive” massacre, we get a slow build-up of character introductions and “training the townspeople” sequences.

This remake can be summarized with the following equation: The Magnificent Seven = 3 Amigos + 4 more people – all the humor.

Fun note: “The Warrior” Red Harvest sports similar face paint as the WWE’s Demon King Finn Balor during the final battle.

I didn’t hate this movie, but it wasn’t anything special. Think I’ll slap a C on it, say “meh,” and move on to the next one.

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Lane
11/13/2017 02:21:12 am

I discovered Westerns late in the post-modern era. The first Western I remember really wanting to see was “Unforgiven” and, even then when I was a teenager, I could tell this was not the type of Western my grandparents grew up on. The Westerns that I caught bits of on the Turner Classic Network seemed more hopeful in some way; they seemed like good guys would ultimately win and bad guys (usually dark skinned) would get their day. But I remember “Unforgiven” as different. Even as a 15 year old, I understood that “Unforgiven” was a meditation on the reality of killing people and the finality of death, no matter their skin color, and whether this was a good thing or not. I watched this particular film while living, for several years, in Selma, Alabama, which is why I think the resonance of race and violence has always stuck with me in that film.

And now we have “The Magnificent Seven.” If “Unforgiven” gave us a vision for where genre film might go in the 21st century, “Magnificent Seven” has certainly brought us back down to reality.

M7 is a film trying to recapture a different era a filmmaking—the golden age where MGM could bankroll a cast and set in the California dessert and make bank off the stars and the shoot-em-ups. And stars they do get—Chris Pratt, Denzell, Ethan Hawke, and a bunch of others. But do they carry the film? Not really.

There are approximately four or five good scenes and shots in this movie—some initial framing camerawork with desert mountains; when the set up that the villagers prepare for the attack; and then the waiting for the attack itself—in those moments, Fuqua adequately touches on the advances in Western cinema since “Unforgiven,” though so much more could have been done.

When I think about Westerns today there are so many that we could rely on for inspiriation: “Bonnie and Clyde” and “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid” set the tempo for New Hollywood Westerns. “Broke Back Mountain,” for all its controversy was brilliant as a conteomrpary western, as was “The Revenant.” These New Hollywood Westens always made sure to put a thin line between good and evil so that we’d have to think about the implications of who was shooting at whom and whether that was a good thing.

IN the New Hollywood Westerners, the idea wasn’t so much about “white people vs. Indians” as it was about humanity against nature. The one thing we did not see in M7 was any kind of real struggle with the elements. In fact, the entire town looked as if it had been built by a Disney crew just hours before shooting. It was truly a magical place.

There was a little good acting happening here and there—Ethan Hawke and Byung-hun Lee stuck out to me as the most capable actors in this film; Peter Sarsgaard did a very capable bit of scowling, looking almost mass shooter sinister by the end. The other actors all had their moments, but those moments were mostly setups for them to die, so I’m not sure how much that counts as character development.

I the end, this film left me feeling as vapid and empty as when I came in, and that’s a huge fail.

Grade: C-

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