Review: The Magnificent Seven

Score: C+

Director: Antone Fuqua

Cast: Denzel Washington, Chris Pratt, Ethan Hawke, Vincent D'Onofrio, Lee Byung-Hun

Running Time: 132 Minutes

Rated: PG-13

“You gotta hate what you’re firin’ at.”

If remaking one classic western is tough, imagine attempting to do two at the same time.  It’s damn near impossible.  Just ask Antone Fuqua, whose sluggish retelling of the story that originated from John Sturges’ The Magnificent Seven, which in turn was derived from Kurosawa’s Seven Samurai, is the perfect example of why some classics are better left alone.

Lacking any formidable soul, Fuqua attempts to recapture the beauty of the source material, ultimately failing to understand the fun and humanity, offering up a generic genre film, complete with lavishly choreographed gun battles, campy one-liners and a body count that would make Eastwood sit up and take notice.

The premise, for those who have not been fortunate enough to catch either of the two previous films, centers on Bartholomew Bogue, a capitalist villain who announces himself to one and all by storming into a church meeting and informing everyone that they’re “standing in the way of God”, before killing several of those in attendance and setting fire to the place.  Promising to return in three weeks for the land that the town rests on, he departs Rose Creek with a smirk, pleased with his actions and confident of his future success.

Played with unforgettable malice by Peter Sarsgaard, Bogue is the man that the Seven must ban together to stop.  Denzel Washington’s Sam Chisolm, a bounty hunter who never takes his eye off his target, proves to be the group’s leader, with gun-slingin’ Josh Faraday (Chris Pratt) and war veteran Goodnight Robicheaux (Ethan Hawke) serving co-pilot duties as the group quickly assembles through a series of somewhat rushed vignettes.

The film’s seven center subjects (eight if you wish to include Bennett’s Emma Cullen) offer up an impressive degree of diversity; even though Manuel Garcia-Rulfo’s outlaw, Byung-hun Lee’s assassin and Martin Sensmeier’s loner are defined more by their killing skills than their ethnicity or backstory - missing an ostrich egg sized opportunity to provide commentary on the prejudices that rule today’s headlines.

In fact, it is only Hawke’s “Angel of Death” that gets any serious backstory mention as he is battling a severe case of PTSD stemming from his time on the front lines of the Civil War.  But that, in all its importance, is glossed over quickly for the sake of the action - or what is to be considered such.  Even Vincent D’Onofrio’s Jack Horne, an impressive tracker with a good heart and even richer laugh, gets drowned in his surroundings - and this is a guy who stood out in Kubrick’s classic Full Metal Jacket.

As the film enters its third act and hits is presumed climax, the gimmicks are fun to watch, but the bloodless bullet-flying battle is a bit lifeless.  With no drive, no heartfelt connection and no established emotion, you find yourself unaffected by the outcome, even as Faraday walks up to Bogue with a cannon sized gun pointed at his face.  I’m not saying the film isn’t good, it is fine.  But in the grand scheme of things, it should have been better.

*This review was originally posted as part of our 2016 Toronto International Film Festival coverage.

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Stephen Davis
I owe this hobby/career to the one and only Stephanie Peterman who, while interning at Fox, told me that I had too many opinions and irrelevant information to keep it all bottled up inside. I survived my first rated R film, Alive, at the ripe age of 8, it took me months to grasp the fact that Julia Roberts actually died at the end of Steel Magnolias, and I might be the only person alive who actually enjoyed Sorority Row…for its comedic value of course. While my friends can drink you under the table, I can outwatch you when it comes iconic, yet horrid 80s films like Adventures in Babysitting and Troop Beverly Hills. I have no shame when it comes to what I like, and if you have a problem with that, then we’ll settle it on the racquetball court. I see too many movies to actually win any film trivia contest, so don’t waste your first pick on me. My friends rent movies from my bookcase shelves, and one day I do plan to start charging. I long to live in LA, where my movie obsession will actually help me fit in, but for now I am content with my home in Austin. I prefer indies to blockbusters, Longhorns to Sooners and Halloween to Friday the 13th. I miss the classics, as well as John Ritter, and I hope to one day sit down and interview the amazing Kate Winslet.

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