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Review by Harvey Karten
3 stars out of 4
Don't think that because the title character regularly drinks Wild Turkey, he's
making a subtle statement of opinion about this movie. Though Jonathan
Hensleigh's "The Punisher" rips off "High Noon," "Kill Bill 1 & 2," "Hulk,"
even Shakespeare's "Othello" and countless other films, comic book-adapted or
otherwise, this is a fun pic with comic relief (however inappropriate and
prolix) and a cast of villains led by John Travolta who mean business and who
mash the hero up quite a bit. This is a revenge movie masquerading as
(according to Tom Jane in the role of Frank Castle) a punishment drama, by
which Frank means to say that he is not an avenger after all but simply a
punisher. If you can tell the difference, please let me know. Also inform me
why the spell-check on my WordPerfect underlines the word "punisher" every time
I use it as if to say, "Huh? That's a word?"
The advantage Henleigh's project has over its leading competitor for your
entertainment dollar, "Hellboy" which opened one week earlier is that though
this is a comic-book adaptation, there are no monsters aside from the moral
ones. Nor would an audience member who hadn't read a comic cover to cover since
the early days of "Superman" "Captain Marvel" or "Wonder Woman" even guess that
the story bears that subgenre. Yes, it may be true that Jane acts his role in
a stiff Arnold-style way, but first-assistant villain Will Patton in the role
of Quentin Glass makes up for that deficiency with panache.
Frank Castle, who first made the comic scene in 1974 as a hero in "The Amazing
Spider-Man," is an FBI agent whom a drug-and-prostitution tycoon ironically
named Howard Saint (John Travolta) blames for the death of his son during a
sting operation. When his entire family Frank's dad (played by Roy Scheider),
his wife Maria (Samantha Mathis) and others are murdered by assault rifles,
bombs and vehicle hit-and-run, Castle dismayed that his FBI had not arrested a
single perp in five months takes the law into his own hands. Like Uma
Thurman's Beatrix Kiddo in "Kill Bill 1 & 2," Castle marks for vengeance any
and all of the murderous gang, from higher-ups like Quentin Glass to the more
ordinary member of Saint's infantry. You may be able to guess the identity of
the last person to be caught in the view of Castle's guns.
"The Punisher" delivers per expectations: a charismatic hero and chief villain,
the former a dashing, muscular type content with being shot, stabbed, thrown
against walls; the latter a bespoke multimillionaire who in one instance has a
debt to a drug supplier of $50 million dollars and thinks of that as small
change.
Chases and overturned cars, weapons ranging from a genuine Bowie knife to bows
and arrows, pistols to assault rifles, a woman (Joan, played by Rebecca
Romijn-Stamos) who has a perfect figure, a beautiful face, and is a caring,
empathetic supporter who can even stitch up a bad knife wound but works in a
greasy spoon see 'em all within the two hours plus tenure of the movie.
There's an unfortunate series of scenes thrown in for comic relief featuring an
obese fellow who sings Donna e mobile to his well-pierced idiotic but loyal
friend (Dave and Mr. Bumpo, played by Ben Foster and John Pinette) that could
be excised, thereby shortening the 124 minutes to a taut 100 or so. With its
fast pace, "The Punisher" gives none in the audience a chance to think and
calculate plot holes all over the place, but look for a sequel given the
statement by Frank Castle that he is going to dedicate his life to punishing
criminals throughout the land.
Copyright © 2004 Harvey Karten
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