In the noisy, chaotic,
wildly-overblown Underworld, Kate Beckinsale plays a
"death-dealer" for a vampire "coven" in some
nameless, Europeanish-looking city where it's always night and only
half of the lights are turned on, and she gets to leap from rooftop
to balcony and back again wearing either a long black coat slit up
to 'yar (haute-Matrix couture) or a skin-tight leather
suit like Emma Peel in The Avengers. Unfortunately, Kate
Beckinsale is not Diana Rigg, and, after a while, you certainly wish
she was. Earlier this year, in Laurel Canyon, Beckinsale gave
a blank, inexpressive performance in the role of a woman who loses
her inhibitions. Here, she gives a blank, inexpressive performance
(made even more so, considering that only half of her face is
visible for most of the movie) playing a vampire warrior woman.
Somebody ought to check and se if this girl is taking her vitamins.
The movie, filmed almost entirely
in blues, grays, and blacks (and the cinematographer is Tony
Pierce-Roberts, who recently did some great work in the Merchant and
Ivory film The Golden Bowl), is an example of what ten years
of video games have done to the movies -- volleys of munitions, and
constant action, most of it meaningless. Hints are dropped regarding
such things as "the Awakening" and "the
Covenant", which we patiently wait to get an explanation on,
but then the movie lunges (not "cuts", not
"segues") into the next scene, and we wait, and wait, and
wait. The movie runs over two hours, and we're still waiting.
Meanwhile, characters walk around with great self-importance,
wearing uncomfortable-looking outfits and saying things like,
"What you will do is summon Kraven." There are grotesque pièces
de résistance, like close-ups of hypodermic needles
lovingly plunging into flesh, or, in one instance that is sure to
leave audiences agog, bullets oozing their way out of open wounds.
(Quick! more popcorn!) The story has to do with a centuries-long war
between vampires and "lycans", or werewolves, the reason
for which is never really elucidated. (Actually, somebody says
something about "cellular incapability" -- in which case,
why do they show werewolves feasting on vampires in some scenes? The
movie breaks its own rules.)
Beckinsale's vampire gets mixed up with a human, played by Scott Speedman, who gets chomped by a werewolf -- big trouble. Speedman has a likable persona and, as he showed in the police drama Dark Blue, an ability to act. He will probably give a really good performance once he gets into a better movie, because, here, he's stuck in one of the most thankless roles of the year -- he's either shackled to a chair, bound to a table, or, near the end, transformed into something which looks like a cross between the Incredible Hulk and a piece of padded furniture. (Various other "lycans" and vampires are played in the film by Michael Sheen, given the Armenian look of the rock group System of a Down; Shane Brolly, who looks like he just swallowed a bug; and Bill Nighy, giving a pretty good performance under the circumstances, as a reawakened vampire elder who initially looks like he could do with a makeover from the Fab Five of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.)
Review by Scott Speedman · Nitrate Online
