From the beginning, I had a problem with Real Steel, when the announcer for boxing matches speaks volumes about the exciting sight of a robot to kill another robot.
Not that I do not think that our society could devolve to the point where Rock'Em Sock'Em-robot can be regarded as a great sporting event. Hey, there's a channel dedicated to watching people play video games. England is a game of darts TV Bonanza years.
No, it's just that the robots can not kill. They are robots after all.
And I do not buy the idea of people caring for a robot Sledgehammer second robot in a pile of nuts and fried circuits. It's the same reason that I find absolutely no tension in the central battle in the movie Transformers.
These machines. Period.
So, no matter how Shawn Levy tarts feared the real story steel hockey father and son of a poor man urchins, or how brilliantly he sugarcoats the string-pulling music that swells the heart at key moments to tell you how they feel - Well, this is still only a machine of cinema.
And even machines with humanlike features an AI LA or The Terminator. You felt something when Haley Joel Osment droid was abandoned or when Arnold Schwarzenegger has melted at the end of Terminator 2: Judgement Day.
However, this hybrid bla Rocky and processors, there is a clear lack of interest in the roots. The wicked are like a single dimension, like the heroes and robots are well, robots. This is true even when the child in the film shows the robot to dance, and the Robot. (Har Har - get it?)
Real Steel is set in 2020, when the kids and the punks are still cluelessly wearing T-shirts Van Halen and The Clash, like now. Hugh Jackman plays Charlie Kenton, a onetime boxer who is now staying one step ahead of creditors, the Paris of a robot boxer, it owns. When the boxer is removed from a bull living (due to negligence on the part of Charlie when they match-up), Charlie ends up on the trail of yet another guy to whom he owes money.
His salvation seems to come in the form of his son Max (Dakota Goyo), he has never known. Ex-girlfriend, who was and had a son 11 years ago, is now dead, Charlie is called in the courtroom for the hearing in Texas custody.
The boy's aunt (Hope Davis) is an affluent suburbanites. So Charlie made a secret agreement with her husband $ 100,000 for Charlie to give up custody. Just one catch: aunt and uncle have a summer home in Italy planned, and despite their feelings for the boy alleged family to take him on vacation would be so difficult. Charlie would mind babysitting this summer?
Do not worry about the robots - we are already deep into the storyline of the warning signs of stupidity. It is the question that this is going? Repulsive self-obsessed father? Mouthy, young boys? Beyond the manner in which streets and roads at a distance and the United States, or boxing robot is ready to take all visitors?
Yes, we are in a deep bonding scenes of a reprobate father come to terms with his own shortcomings and try to make amends. It's Screenwriting 101 - the course of catching up on redemption. But in this case, with a budget of over $ 80 million to do this nonsense really big and important.
Powerless is more like it. The robot that never speaks, and barely has a face which is the most complex character in all this. Meanwhile, set up in the final - a match between the robot and a monster called Zeus undefeated - should have lawyers Sylvester Stallone intellectual property shouting "Plagiarism!" every moment.
Real Steel is real junk - mega million, computer animation, the state of the art junk. It is supposed to sell Dr Pepper, Cadillac, iPhones and other products that were so inartfully scattered throughout the film. It is also supposed to sell movie tickets to people too lazy to see something as simple as that softener brain.
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