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- <text id=93TT0075>
- <title>
- Oct 18, 1993: Reviews:Cinema
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Oct. 18, 1993 What in The World Are We Doing?
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- REVIEWS, Page 98
- Cinema
- Futuristic Face-Off
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p>By RICHARD SCHICKEL
- </p>
- <list> TITLE: Demolition Man
- DIRECTOR: Marco Brambilla
- WRITERS: Daniel Waters, Robert Reneau And Peter M. Lenkov
- </list>
- <p> THE BOTTOM LINE: Some sharp social satire is almost undermined
- by excessive explosions and careless casting.
- </p>
- <p> Of the many nightmarish futures that have been imagined for
- us on the screen, none is more hellish than the year 2032 as
- envisioned in Demolition Man. It posits the total triumph of
- every kind of correctness that is urged on us today--political,
- dietary, linguistic. It is not merely that all of San Angeles
- (the Southern California metro area stretching from Santa Barbara
- to San Diego and embracing Los Angeles) has been declared a
- no-smoking area. It is also legally salt free. And alcohol,
- red meat and sex free too. If you cuss in public, you are issued
- a ticket by all-hearing, omnipresent machines. If you need to
- find out something about the past, you look it up at the Arnold
- Schwarzenegger Presidential Library.
- </p>
- <p> You can imagine how Sylvester Stallone's basic screen character
- would react to an environment like that. Perhaps the word violently
- springs to mind. And if you're up to here with '90s cant, there
- is a certain rude satisfaction in watching him blow it away--along with a wide assortment of villains.
- </p>
- <p> Villains? How did they get loose in this gun-free Utopia? Therein
- lies the simple tale Demolition Man has to tell. For all its
- sanctimoniousness, San Angeles is a fascist state. Its smooth-spoken
- leader, Raymond Cocteau (Nigel Hawthorne), is annoyed by a persistent
- band of rebels, living where such folk always do in fictions
- like this, in the city's underground passages. There they cook
- hamburgers (well, actually, they're ratburgers), swill beer
- and dream of cholesterol's restoration. To deal with the outlaws,
- Cocteau frees a killer named Simon Phoenix (Wesley Snipes) from
- cryogenic prison (they took to deep-freezing criminals as early
- as 1996, during the last convulsive phase of urban warfare).
- To deal with him, his wimpy cops, not knowing Phoenix is in
- league with their boss, warm up his old nemesis John Spartan
- (Stallone), who's been doing chilly time for overly enthusiastic
- police work in the bad old days.
- </p>
- <p> Soon enough the protagonists have acquired heavy weapons and
- are going at each other as people do in films produced by Joel
- Silver, he of the Die Hards and the Lethal Weapons--i.e.,
- frequently, spectacularly, preposterously. Stallone and Snipes
- both play this nonsense tongue-in-cheekily. Sandra Bullock has
- an attractive naivete as a scholarly policewoman who hangs out
- with Sly. But ultimately the script's often sharp social satire
- is drowned out by the noise and confusion. It is also undercut
- by casting virtually all the psychopathically murderous criminals
- as minority-group members. A little political correctness in
- that matter would have prevented this movie from playing right
- into the dismissive hands of the forces it most wants to criticize.
- </p>
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- </body>
- </article>
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