The Karate Kid: Review

The Karate Kid

Directed by: Harold Zwart
Starring Jaden Smith, Jackie Chan

Should we moan so much over Hollywood’s complete lack of originality and their compulsive desire to only make movies that are based on TV shows, video games, and already successful, somewhat older movies?

Yes, we should.

But before we get smug about it (we Canadians do like to get smug) we should also remember that it is simply human nature to do remakes and that we’ve been doing it for as long as we've known. Nearly everything Shakespeare wrote was based on previous plays. The story of Jesus was told countless times in countless ways thousands of years before the year 1 A.D. Culturally, we stand on the shoulders of those who came before us, and sometimes we improve things, and sometimes we don’t.

After that grandiose introduction we come to the mediocre The Karate Kid, which adds little to the original and takes too long to do it.

Still, this remake is not horrible. The stars of the film do a pretty decent job. It beautifully captures some of China’s landmarks (if not its people) and the fighting sequences are if anything, better than the original. However, at a running time of 2 hours and 20 minutes, this film meanders too long to find it’s mojo; but that’s not its worst problem, the worst thing about the film is the age of its star.

In the original film, Ralph Macchio (who was actually in his twenties) played a kid in his late teens. Jaden Smith plays a 12 year old kid and he looks like a young 12 year old. How does that affect the film? It lessens the danger, it lessens the stakes. I’m not saying a 12 year old can’t feel out of place and afraid, but young adults beating and bullying each other is simply more threatening and more real than kids who haven’t got their pubes yet duking it out. As much as his age hurts the fights and lessens the tension, it’s even more uncomfortable in the romantic subplot. Here, not only did they make the absurd mistake of having a 12 year old in a romantic storyline; they also cast an actress who seems decidedly older than Smith in both looks and demeanour. So, now we have a situation where a 12 year old kid manages to pick up a girl who looks three years older than him, and oh yeah, he doesn’t speak a word of her language. This is both, a) unbelievable, and b) creepy.

While Smith’s acting is decent and he does have his charm, there’s a major problem with his character—he’s not very likable. It’s not that the kid can’t act; he’s just portraying a character that’s pretty tough to root for. He’s known for the summer that he’s moving to China but has made zero effort to learn the language. He’s completely disrespectful to his mother (repeatedly) and does little but gripe and complain to the person who helps him the most (Chan). I’m supposed to be cheering for this kid who has been thrown into a foreign land, who’s being bullied and picked on and instead I’m hoping some Asian kid teaches him some manners.

But the film has one very strong saving grace: Jackie Chan. Not very well known for dramatic turns, especially in English language films, Jackie Chan delivers a performance that is every bit as good as Pat Morita’s in the original if not better. Pat Morita received an Oscar nod; Chan deserves one more. The film comes alive when Chan’s on the screen. It has more meaning, it has more depth, it has more comedy, and it becomes more realistic and engaging.

As mentioned earlier, the fighting sequences are quite well done, especially the one and only scene where Chan jumps into the fray, but here again, the star’s age lessens the impact of the fights. Smith just appears so young, small, and slight that he looks like he could Hong Kong Phooey on someone’s butt for 20 minutes and still wouldn’t be able to knock them down without a ladder and a baseball bat. That being said, the final kung fu move is a pleasure to watch.

If you decide to go see The Karate Kid at the Bloor, you’ll see some pretty cool fights and a nice performance from Jackie Chan … or you could rent the original and fall in love with Elisabeth Shue all over again.

Point of Interest: Jaden Smith’s parents (Will and Jada Pinkett Smith) are the producers of The Karate Kid. While despotism is nothing new to the entertainment industry, the kid’s parents did him a disservice by making this film when he was so young. If they had waited four or five more years they could have produced a film with a much bigger physical and emotional wallop.

Get Him to the Greek: Review

Get Him to the Greek

Directed by: Nicholas Stoller
Starring Jonah Hill, Russell Brand and the many named Sean Combs


Get Him to the Greek is a sequel to the romantic comedy Forgetting Sarah Marshall. This is not a romantic comedy though, more of a “bromantic” road trip comedy with enough dark edges to make it interesting.

Russell Brand reprises his role of Aldous Snow, the out of control, addicted to everything rock star. The film opens with one of its best bits, a savage satire of the concerned celebrity “helping” Africa with Snow’s song and video, “African Child.” The politically incorrect and hopelessly self centred Snow doesn’t see the inevitable backlash coming, and after the critical and public pounding, sinks into debauchery after being sober for 7 years.

Now here’s where it gets a wee bit odd. Jonah Hill enters the picture playing a young music executive, Aaron Green for Pinnacle Records. The thing is, that’s not what he played in Forgetting Sarah Marshall. I know his role wasn’t that big in Forgetting Sarah Marshall, but to have a “continuation” of the story with the same actor in Brand playing the same role, and to have another actor who was also in that movie but now playing a completely different role, is a bizarre choice. I know people like to work with the same people, that’s understandable, but I’m sure they could have found another actor to play this role. That’s not to knock Johan Hill, the man’s a good actor and a good comedian (check out Cyrus when you get a chance, it’s his best role to date) but the casting is weird—not Harrison Ford suddenly playing Yoda in The Empire Strikes Back—but still.

It’s Aaron’s job to get Snow to an L.A. hall, The Greek Theatre, on time for an anniversary concert that will hopefully re-boot Snow’s career. That’s a simple and succinct summary of the plot, and it’s already right there in the title. But like all good road trips, the point of the film is what happens along the way.

Is the film clichéd? Yeah, sure it is. Can we figure out the ending from the first few minutes? Probably. But Get Him to the Greek succeeds where so many other road trip movies fail, by having the comedy come quickly and slyly. Indeed, there were a number of jokes nearly missed because they were subtle and politically oriented and almost thrown away. The editing and pacing of the film places the viewer right in Aaron’s shoes--desperately aware of the time slipping away but too caught up in the sleaze and the fun to stop it. Naturally, there are gross out gags, and some sophomoric humour, but mostly the film tackles the vacuousness of the music and entertainment industries.

The film’s not all yucks though. We get to see the emptiness of fame and the utter loneliness that comes with it. Why Snow is constantly consuming his “medicine” becomes more interesting than the clownish behaviour it produces. These more dramatic scenes are generally well done, even if somewhat predictable, but are smartly cut short before skidding into maudlin.

Get Him to the Greek is not a great film, but it’s good. And in it’s category of road trip/comedy/coming of age/redemption movies, it’s one of the better one’s you’ll find.

Point of Interest: Everyone should have a furry wall … for when it’s needed.