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- <title>
- July 24, 1989: We Don't Need Another Heroid
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1989
- July 24, 1989 Fateful Voyage:The Exxon Valdez
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- CINEMA, Page 53
- We Don't Need Another Heroid
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- <p>The good guys are cyborgs in a pair of summer sequels
- </p>
- <p>By Richard Corliss
- </p>
- <p> It's an oid-y world out there. Tabloids run factoids about
- humanoids on steroids. In a world gone synthetic, why should
- movies offer something as organic as a hero? Welcome, then, to
- the age of the heroid. In the old days, a hero like Bogart had
- brains and guts but also a nagging heart and the seductive scowl
- of obsession. Often he failed; sometimes he died. He was real:
- us, with muscles. A heroid, though, is just the muscles. He owes
- more to comic strips than to romantic or detective fiction.
- Never really alive, a heroid cannot die; he must be available
- for the next assembly-line sequel. He is the cyborg chauffeur
- of mechanical movies.
- </p>
- <p> You can hear the clockwork sputtering inside the brawny
- breastplate of this week's heroids: Los Angeles supercop Martin
- Riggs (Mel Gibson) in Lethal Weapon 2, and Her Majesty's secret
- servant James Bond (Timothy Dalton) in Licence to Kill. Both
- men are rogue avengers, out for bloody justice against cartels
- that have killed or threatened their partners and spouses. Both
- pictures, with their suavely depraved drug lords and curt
- disregard for constitutional safeguards, play like extended
- episodes of Miami Vice. Both scenarios choose their villains
- from the current list of least favored nations: South Africa in
- LW2, a thinly disguised Panama in Licence. "Remember," Bond's
- nemesis (Robert Davi) warns the film's Noriega, "you're only
- President for Life."
- </p>
- <p> The dealer-diplomats in LW2 are just your ordinary bad
- guys. They keep zillions of Krugerrands on hand to finance
- their chicanery. They have a getaway helicopter conveniently
- waiting in downtown Los Angeles at the end of a car chase that
- totals dozens of innocent drivers. Now if only this gang could
- shoot straight, they might rid the world of Detectives Riggs and
- Murtaugh (Danny Glover) -- and spare moviegoers further sequels
- to the loathable smash hit of 1987.
- </p>
- <p> That first movie raised the craft of torture to a low art.
- Expect no less in LW2, directed by Richard Donner and written
- by Jeffrey Boam. This installment features a surfboard
- decapitation, death by carpenter's nail gun, a bomb wired to a
- very sensitive seat (plot device lifted from Elmore Leonard's
- novel Freaky Deaky), and reduction of the Afrikaaner diaspora
- by about one-half. As Riggs tells Murtaugh, "We're back! We're
- bad! You're black! I'm mad!" Mad to the max. Riggs may not know
- how to spell apartheid, but he knows whom he hates. He even
- knows how to strike a blow for American property values. When
- the Boers perforate his beachside shack, Riggs finds appropriate
- recourse. He kills their house.
- </p>
- <p> In Licence to Kill, the bad guys' hideaway blows up real
- good too. And there are some great truck stunts. A pity nobody
- -- not writers Michael G. Wilson and Richard Maibaum nor
- director John Glen -- thought to give the humans anything very
- clever to do. The Bond women are pallid mannequins, and so is
- the misused Dalton -- a moving target in a Savile Row suit. For
- every plausible reason, he looks as bored in his second Bond
- film as Sean Connery did in his sixth.
- </p>
- <p> Licence's only innovation comes in the closing credits. To
- atone for Bond's use of cigarettes, the producers print the
- Surgeon General's caveat on the evils of tobacco. Another
- warning would have been welcome: CAUTION: EXPOSURE TO HEROIDS
- MAY CAUSE SUMMER-MOVIE BURNOUT.
- </p>
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