With justified worries over an encroaching surveillance
state that has overreaching capabilities to snoop on anyone with technology of
any kind, now is a fairly awkward time to mount a slick Hollywood thriller about
heroes in the United States intelligence community. In Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit a critical third act sequence finds
characters frantically searching through data, cross-referencing telephone
calls, and pulling up vast amounts of info on suspects with just a few key
strokes. That they’re doing all this with a ticking time bomb of an imminent
terrorist plot on American soil is the exact same fantasy that the intelligence
agencies use when trying desperately to justify their sweeping ability to keep
tabs on everyone at all times. And yet, as a piece of Hollywood filmmaking,
that fantasy goes down well enough in this case, especially with a script by Adam
Cozad and David Koepp that’s aware of its pulpy fiction and seems somewhat
aware of the real moral ambiguities. The thrust of the film is a freshly
rebooted origin story for Jack Ryan, the C.I.A. analyst and reluctant field
operative from Tom Clancy’s military industrial airport novels, and so the
final shot which, unconsciously or not, echoes the final shot of The Godfather, makes welcoming him into
The Company seem rather ominous indeed.
This time around, Jack Ryan (Chris Pine) is a bright
graduate student who joins the Marines after September 11, 2001 and, after
getting wounded in Afghanistan, is approached by a C.I.A. operative (Kevin
Costner) with promise of a desk job sorting through financial records and
analyzing the money flowing to and from terrorist organizations. Ten years
later, Ryan finds some important information that sends him to Moscow where
he’s quickly drawn into field work involving geopolitical intrigue and, yes,
revelation of a terrorist plot about to blow up somewhere in the United States.
Pine brings inquisitive puppy dog energy (imagine that) to his performance,
playing at what another character labels as “Boy Scout on a field trip”
behavior. He’s ready to serve his country, but caught off guard by a sudden and
unexpected swerve out from behind his desk. Costner, with gravitas for days, is
a sturdy guide, paternal and wise. He’s an actor who started out playing the
young overeager hotshots that Pine gets cast as now, but has aged into a
welcome sense of ease. He’s remarkably still, confident, and lends every line a
sense of considered weight.
I liked the chemistry between these two, but Costner’s character
is so intriguing that it’s a shame Pine’s Jack Ryan is a nonentity. He has a
token love interest in Keira Knightley, who plays what is a typical girlfriend
role in these kinds of movies, worrying he’s cheating on her with another woman
when he’s only hiding his top-secret government employee status. Later, she’ll
be in danger in order to fuel the plot. Again, how typical, even if the script
gives their relationship a more mature glow than I expected. Even the villain,
a tattooed Russian banker and sleeper cell coordinator, comes across as rather
routine despite being played with chewy fun by Kenneth Branagh. (His character
is described through his vices: vodka, vanity, and women. Say it with a Russian
accent and the alliteration works better.) But who is Jack Ryan? With no
defining characteristics beyond being a smart and patriotic white male
government operative, and certainly with nothing more than vaguely identifiable
personality traits, it’s often hard to see why the character is cause for such regular
rebooting.
Each version seems to lose some of the energy and charisma,
the character growing blander and less defined with each new script and
performer. There was a young Alec Baldwin as Jack Ryan in 1990’s The Hunt for Red October, a tense and tightly-wound
character-driven thriller, then Harrison Ford took over a few years later,
playing things older and slower in the sleepier Patriot Games and Clear and
Pleasant Danger, before Ben Affleck gave it a go in 2002’s solid Sum of All Fears. Sturdy films all,
they, Hunt aside, nonetheless carry
about them a whiff of the generic. Who is this Jack Ryan? I certainly didn’t
care by this point. If the would-be franchise hasn’t stuck yet, one would
almost say it’s time to give up trying. And yet, it churns out such agreeably
generic thrillers that I’d almost hate to see them go.
Shadow Recruit is
so crisp and compact, likably human scale in its thriller sequences of people
running, chasing, and sneaking. Branagh, who is also the director, doesn’t draw
much on his Shakespearean chops, or even his work directing the half
pseudo-Shakespearean Thor, but keeps
the tension high enough. It’s all reasonably diverting and modestly plotted, a
reminder of a time when a big studio movie didn’t need a fully CGI climax. With
its small-scale stunt work and one big splashy effect saved for maximum impact,
I’d call it a throwback if it weren’t so consumed with post-9/11 anxieties. I
found it involving enough, though the only character I ever truly bought was
Costner’s. It’s a fine example of brisk, anonymous, functional thriller
craftsmanship, although it feels more like a promising restart than a fully
satisfying thing on its own, like a pilot for a mildly intriguing TV
show. Figuring out how to better make Jack Ryan a fully formed, or at least
interesting or engaging, character would’ve been nice. So would a point of view
on all the agency’s grey-area capabilities. But I have a feeling we’ll see this
character again. Maybe by that time the rights’ holders will have it figured
out.
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