This film is an absolute travesty! The original film starring James Stewart, Hardy Cruger and Dicky Attenborough is one of my favourite films. It is a wonderful study into the psychology of team work and how different characters react to one another when they are thrown together and have to bridge barriers in order to survive against overwhelming forces. The interplay is subtle and abrasive, it captivates and evolves into a feast of multi-dimensional idiosyncracies that are forced to converge. A brilliant drama. This remake, on the other hand is pure Hollywood trash. An almost sacreligious insult in order to make money. Why don't they leave classic movies alone? I've never seen a good one yet and this is no exception.
One of the many things that makes the original unique is the fact that there are no women in the cast. I am not a misogynist but I found this quite a nice twist. The producers of the remake obviously didn't think so.
"We need a love angle to pull in the punters" I hear them say. The Hollywood production line is back in action. Enter a sexy bit of stuff for Denis Quaid to not get on with at the start and then as the film progresses she finds out hes really a great guy and ends up drooling all over him. Stop me if you've heard this one before. Hardy Crugers character becomes a twisted misfit who makes everyone say please to him... another subtle character blown out of all proportion. Dicky Attenboroughs brilliantly crafted and acted character as the alcoholic intermediary that brings the new and the old together is replaced by a bone-headed black rapper!! We even get a bit of body-popping in the middle of the desert! How's that for realism? And of course, the special effects boys have masturbated all over the film! The crash at the start goes on forever and the encounter with the Arab outcasts is transformed from a mysterious, distant shadow that allows the viewer to use his imagination in true Hitchcockean style, to a long boring , throw in the kitchen sink, can't we jam another frame in there? we've seen it all before, shoot em up. (Yawn)
What has happened here is that in order to make money Hollywood have taken a classic masterpiece study of human behavior and transformed it into a bog standard, here we go again, action thriller complete with the usual one-dimensional wise-cracking characters, frame rate to satisfy someone with the attention span of a flea, same old blow-um-up special effects and last but not least, the ever-present ear splitting background music that coats the whole film and tries to compensate for the lack of contents therein. Never mind, I needed a new beer mat!