AP – Ah, the holiday movie. That old chestnut. That cosy perennial pastime where – let’s just pick one scene from Red One – Dwayne Johnson, playing Santa’s body guard, faces off with a witch-possessed mercenary (Nick Kroll) and ice-sword-wielding CGI snowmen on the sandy beaches of Aruba. Can’t you just taste the eggnog?
Such are the ugly-sweater clashes of Red One, a big-budget gambit to supersize the Christmas movie. Countless movies before have wrestled with who Santa is.
Does he really exist? But Red One is the first one to answer doubters with a superhero-like St Nick who runs his North Pole operation like the army, who bench presses and counts carbs and who, given that he’s played by JK Simmons, looks like he could teach one heck of a jazz class.
There is ample time during Red One, which opened in theatres yesterday, to ponder who, exactly, put a Marvel-ised Santa on their wish list.
The movie, directed by the Jumanji reboot filmmaker Jake Kasdan and scripted by the veteran Fast & Furious screenwriter Chris Morgan, was conceived by producer Hiram Garcia as the start of a holiday franchise for Amazon MGM Studios – presumably to satisfy those who have pined for a Christmas movie but with, you, know, more military industrial complex.
Red One, which is brightened by its other A-list star, Chris Evans, is a little self-aware about its own inherent silliness.
But not nearly enough. There is a better, funnier movie underneath all the CGI gloss.
But overwhelmed by effects and overelaborate world building (there are trolls, ogres and a headless horsemen here, all loosely connected as mythical creatures), Red One feels like an unwanted high-priced Christmas present.
“I love the kids. It’s the grown-ups that are killing me.”
So announces Callum Drift (Johnson), a long-serving security operative for Santa. He’s not an elf but a member of ELF, Enforcement Logistics and Fortification. (Don’t you just feel the holiday cheer welling up inside?)
But after years, even centuries on the job, Callum’s faith in Christmas traditions is waning.
For the first time, those on the naughty list outnumber the nice. On a mall visit two days before Christmas, he looks despondently at adults bickering over presents, if not outright stealing them.
Callum and other operatives with earpieces shuttle Santa (Red One in their secret service-styled lingo) in a fleet of Suburbans to his sleigh, which, while pulled by reindeer, moves more like a spaceship.
Back at the North Pole – picture a sort of wintery Abu Dhabi – Santa is kidnapped. The culprits leave only spilt milk behind.
The ensuing hunt, overseen by the chief of a special ops group protecting mystical beings (Lucy Liu), leads immediately to a hacker who helped an anonymous client geolocate Santa.
The for-hire hacker, Jack O’Malley (Evans) is a deadbeat dad to his son (Wesley Kimmel), and, we’re informed, a “level-four naughty-lister”.
Evans might be most famous for his Captain America, but smarmy smart-aleck (like in Knives Out) is really his wheelhouse.
And he gives Red One some comic energy as it transitions into a sort of buddy comedy with him and Johnson.
But Red One keeps overdoing it. As they race to rescue Santa before Christmas Eve, the hunt brings in the villainous Christmas Witch, Gryla (Kiernan Shipka) and Krampus (Kristofer Hivju), here defined as Santa’s brother.
The sensation, with these characters and others, is of stuffing too much into an already gaudy stocking, and yet somehow forgetting to add any charm.
Red One comes off a little like the holiday version of Cowboys and Aliens – enough so to make you nostalgic for leaner tales about folkloric figures starring Johnson, like The Tooth Fairy.
But if we’re to have every possible brand of Christmas movie, it seems a shame that when the phrase “The North Pole has been taken!” Gerard Butler is nowhere to be seen. – Jake Coyle
