Director: Ericson Core
Writer: Kurt Wimmer
Remake of: Point Break
Cast: Luke Bracey, Edgar Ramirez, Ray Winstone, Teresa Palmer, Matias Varela, Clemens Schick, Tobias Santelmann, Max Thieriot, Delroy Lindo, Steve Toussaint, James Le Gros, Bojesse Christopher
Seen on: 27.1.2016
Johnny Utah (Luke Bracey) used to be a polyathlete – proficient in many sports, as long as they pushed up his adrenaline. But then his friend died and Johnny decided to join the FBI. Now he’s finally finished his training and is ready to hit the field. As luck will have it, just then a series of elaborate and physically demanding heists has started up. Johnny starts to investigate and soon finds himself undercover und Pappas’ (Ray Winstone) wing, investigating the group surrounding Bodhi (Edgar Ramirez) who are attempting to complete a set of challenges while playing Robin Hood.
The original Point Break didn’t have the best script or was the best film. But compared to this remake, the original is a faultless masterpiece. There is nothing good about this film, apart (maybe) from the utter ridiculousness of everything in it. That bit, at least, makes it the ideal basis for a drinking game.
[SPOILERS for both versions of the film]
Honestly the most interesting thing about the 2015 Point Break are the things that they felt they needed to change from the 1991 version. Surfing (and skydiving) is not enough anymore, we need all kinds of extreme sports. Johnny Utah can’t be a blameless overachiever, he needs to be a (more or less) reformed rebel with a tragic backstory. Bodhi can’t rob people because he needs to finance his hobby somehow, he is a Robin-Hood-like figure, intent on keeping the balance. Those changes, I think, reflect on the one hand, how we think a film should be made and on the other hand, what topics are currently en vogue to discuss. Especially the changes in Bodhi are intriguing for me in that regard: disregarding his own economic situation (he just has money), it becomes about a paternalistic savior who not only justifies his own goals by sharing the monetary rewards he gains, but it is only through achieving his own goals that there are any rewards to share in the first place.
While we could discuss the mindset behind those changes for a very long time, they don’t actually make the movie worth seeing. It is much too bad for that. It’s almost as bad as the fake tattoos everybody sports in the film and that were obviously made by somebody who has never seen a tattoo in real life, at least not up close.
Luke Bracey was apparently cast because he can act about as well as Keanu Reeves, which is to say not well at all. (How they roped Édgar Ramírez into the film will remain a mystery to me.) But at least he gets material to work with, even though it’s thin. Teresa Palmer is far from as lucky. While the original film isn’t a feminist masterpiece, Palmer’s Samsara is infinitely worse off, only appearing when it’s convenient to the two guys, always a good sport, helpful, supportive and sexually available as the two guys carry on with their Pissing Contest of Hypermasculinity ™.
The entire thing is so bad, with a script so fundamentally broken that there’s more hole than plot, that even the action scenes – arguably the point of the film since so little care was taken with the rest of it – end up being nothing but boring and overly long. Everything just lacks whatever charm the original ever possessed. It is sad.