Abduction Junction

'Man on Fire' proves to be a touching, yet justifiably bloody action-revenge flick

Revenge films seem to be the flavor of the month, with the excellent Kill Bill Vol. 2, sucky The Punisher and now Man on Fire currently staining screens with vengeful blood. Denzel Washington throws himself into the vendetta fray as Creasy, an alcoholic ex-professional killer-turned-bodyguard for a sophisticated, soon-to-be-kidnapped youngster (Dakota Fanning). Washington has had a strange career when it comes to his more "commercial" movies, alternating serious work with abysmal attempts at being an action hero (Ricochet and Virtuosity come to mind, causing a massive stomach ache). With Man on Fire, he's found a decent revenge-action film that gives him a chance to act on a level on par with his talents.

Directed by Tony Scott, who worked with Washington on Crimson Tide (the rare decent Denzel action film), Man on Fire is a bit long (more than two hours worth of movie). Scott makes some strange musical choices here and there, and his use of shock editing and crazy dissolves can sometimes be hard on the eyes.

No matter, because Washington is here, and he's determined to make up for that lame scene in Ricochet where he shot John Lithgow while wearing nothing but his white drawers.

While child actress Dakota Fanning unintentionally scared the crap out of me in I Am Sam and Uptown Girls, she, Scott and Washington work well together. As Pita, the small girl who melts the heart of her antisocial bodyguard, she is genuinely touching and funny. The first chunk of the film deals with the two characters bonding, while the remainder shows Creasy's bloody campaign after she is kidnapped.

Creasy's rampaging can often be quite nasty. He employs methods of torture that would inspire the Marquis de Sade to proclaim "Oooh, that's a good one! Creative!" including blowing somebody's hand off with a shotgun and shoving a C-4 bomb up a bad dude's ass.

Set in Mexico City, this is two movies in one: The first half is a nice buddy film between a wayward soul and a loving child; the second, an all-out killing party. Put quite simply, this film might not have worked had it not been for the sensitivity of its initial moments. I won't go so far as to say that all of Creasy's sick methodologies are justifiable, but it is sort of cool to see bad guys pay for doing bad things to kids. Explosives up the butt of a child abductor suit me just fine.

While he doesn't have much screen time, Christopher Walken is a welcome presence as Creasy's pal, Rayburn. I especially liked a hospital room scene in which Rayburn gets a little impatient with his fallen friend and delivers a threat about his comatose state that only Walken could get away with. Mickey Rourke got cast in this movie as well, but you'll have to look hard to find him. Actually, Rourke's pretty easy to spot with those big mutha porcelain teeth he's had installed. Mother of Christ, those choppers would be at home in King Kong's mouth.

Also on hand is pop star Marc Anthony as Pita's father, who performs a stunning rendition of his hit single, "Ride on the Rhythm," during a botched ransom drop. (Writer's note: While Anthony is, indeed, in the film, I am lying like a bastard about his singing "Ride on the Rhythm" during "the drop." Thank you.)

By my count, 10-year-old Fanning has already starred in three abduction films, Trapped and Taken being the other two. Man on Fire is the best of the Dakota Fanning abduction films. While that's not supremely high praise, it's praise nonetheless.

Man on Fire is not showing in any theaters in the area.

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