The genesis of Universal's 47 Ronin is almost as tragic as the actual history that the movie is culling from. As the story goes, Universal saw the sprigs of talent sprouting from fresh faced director Carl Rinsch, whose previous experience was limited to just a couple of commercials and a nifty short film. The studio decided to ease the new director into feature filmmaking by cutting him what amounts to virtually a blank check, and giving him charge over a multi-national samurai fantasy epic. Almost impossibly, the film isn't a complete disaster. It's just a minor one.
47 Ronin follows the classic story of the titular team of warriors, a group of disgraced samurai who band together to seek revenge against a merciless warlord that betrayed and killed their master. But this isn't your grandfather's version of the story. 47 Ronin is an international affair, and it's covered with a veneer of Japanese mysticism and a thick coating of Hollywood lacquer, but east meets west rather uncomfortably, and it's mostly due to Keanu Reeves. Reeves' character is clearly crowbarred into the story that has no room for him, and it's plainly obvious where the seams of the story were stretched in order to patch him into the narrative. Reeves plays Kai, a half Japanese, half English orphan who is adopted by the samurai clan. His character serves no real purpose beyond being white, slicing things until they die, and playing the male lead of the most superfluous love story of the year. Rinsch simply can't make the inclusion of the character feel organic in any way, and "Kai" ends up feeling like a calculated studio move. It's a shame that the film spends so much time on Reeves when the real star is clearly Hiroyuki Sanada, who plays off the stoic samurai most believably among the rest of the cast.
It's also shame that with all the mysticism pumped into the story, there's no magic in the actual center of the film, the ronin themselves. The only personality trait a samurai is allowed to possess seems to be unerring stoicism, and between all 47 ronin, there are probably only three distinct samurai with any discernible character traits beyond an intense need to brood, and you'll probably only remember those three by the time the credits roll, only to promptly forget about them only a few hours later. Thankfully, Rinko Kikuchi's slinky and treacherous witch adds some much needed camp and personality to the mostly forgettable human characters.
And that's the issue with 47 Ronin. It's largely forgettable. When your film takes on a historical legend like the tale of the 47 ronin, a story that has been told and told again ad nauseum over the years, you really need to justify your own version. There are reels and reels of film dedicated to this story, and 47 Ronin doesn't manage to add anything significant to the canon. It promises to weld myth and history together, but does so clumsily, and while some of the action scenes are exciting, especially a particularly inspired set piece that involves the ronin noiselessly breaking into a heavily guarded fortress, the film is a bore when it's not clanking swords together.
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47 Ronin is a film with many stories. As much as it is a tale about the revenge of four dozen masterless samurai, it's also the tale of an inexperienced filmmaker swallowed up by the enormity of blockbuster filmmaking. Most of all though, It's proof that you shouldn't cram Keanu Reeves into a movie that doesn't really need Keanu Reeves. What you're left with is a dull and bloated samurai epic that has its moments, but feels largely unnecessary.
Welp, it's official. After a heated bidding war, the story of Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons will come to the big screen. Graham King's GK Films won the rights to the Broadway musical Jersey Boys. Marshall Brickman and Rick Elice will write the script.
According to Deadline, the deal wasn't cheap. It was called "ground-breaking" and was a "substantial seven-figures."
The musical tells the story of how Valli, Bob Gaudio, Tommy DeVito, and Nick Massi went from blue collar workers to one of the most successful pop groups in America, selling 175 million records before the age of 30. Since the show opened on Broadway in 2005, it won four Tony Awards -- including Best Musical -- and brought in over $1 billion worldwide.
It sounds like everyone in Hollywood was pursuing the rights to this film, and that's not surprising considering how well the most recent Broadway-to-film project -- Mamma Mia! -- did, making over $600 million worldwide. And Mr. King is pretty excited, to say the least.
"Jersey Boys is one of the most electrifying stage shows any of us has ever seen and it has all the ingredients to become a big commercial hit movie," King said. "So to now be collaborating with the whole team, Frankie, Bob, Marshall and Rick, to bring that magic to the big screen is just a wonderful dream come true."
And honestly, Jersey Boys is practically a lock as a money-maker. The musical is a mix-tape of every great singalong -- whether you're a kid or an adult -- from the past 50 years. Who doesn't love classic songs like "Big Girls Don't Cry," "Oh What A Night," and "Can't Take My Eyes Off of You."
Or even better -- sing it with me! "Sherrryyyy, Sherryyy baaaaby! Can you come out tonight?"
Erg. Sorry. Maybe that wasn't a good idea. Let's just wait for the movie.