Not every movie must be driven by characters. Some may be shoved forward against their will by a Chemical Brothers soundtrack. Or so hopes director Joe Wright (The Soloist), who now brings us the steadily grooving but swiftly degenerating faux-fairy-tale revenge thriller or gangling music video known as Hanna.
Saoirse Ronan, the precocious Oscar nominee from Wright's Atonement, plays a motherless teenager who has grown up in the arctic Scandinavian forest under CIA runaway Erik's (Eric Bana) dogged tutelage in the lethal-badass arts. Now, she's poised to rejoin the exotic and affectedly dangerous rest of the world—which mostly means fending off Cate Blanchett, a sinister American agent with whom Bana's character has a bad history, while en route to reunite with Erik in Berlin. Expect some danger along the way, but there is also the sense that Hanna can take care of herself. She doesn't need—well, anybody, really, including us. So may we be excused? Not without a fight.
In Hanna, Wright's style seems to consist of rehashing passé thriller tricks and trying really hard to be cool or, at least, not a limited specialist of The Well-Made Adaptation of The Well-Made Book™. Certainly, Hanna is something else—something even more limiting. Screenwriters Seth Lochhead and David Farr seem to enable Wright's wandering and squandering: Shapeless supporting roles allow for, among other travesties, an overacting Blanchett and an underused Olivia Williams.
Ronan meanwhile does her best to just get through all the desperately fancy camera moves and the tellingly hesitant camp, presided over by Tom Hollander as Blanchett's mincing, jumpsuited minion. She also manages to make time for a quick tour of Morocco and its many wondrous new discoveries, including electricity, horny boys and irritating comic relief from a randomly available would-be friend (Jessica Barden). And of course, when pressed, she applies what she has learned of the lethal-badass arts.
As for her trainer, he comports himself with amenity, although no one would blame him for misbehaving. A showy one-take fight between Erik and a handful of bad guys, superfluous and preposterous to begin with, also seems weirdly over-rehearsed and full of pulled punches. Otherwise, he passes the time by practicing his Werner Herzog impression. Maybe he is misbehaving.
In hindsight, it seems depressingly ill-advised for Wright to even bother trying to allay this La Femme Nikita foolishness at all. Yet there he goes busying himself with pretentious allusions to harrowing fairy tales, unfortunately unaware that Hanna might more successfully have feigned a learned comment on beauty and valor by exploiting Ronan's resemblance to Botticelli's Venus in "Venus and Mars."
Or maybe that would just be even more ridiculous. Can there be any respite from artless, directionless art direction? Well, at least there's the soundtrack.
Directed by Joe Wright
With Saoirse Ronan, Cate Blanchett, Eric Bana, Olivia Williams, Tom Hollander and Jessica Barden
Regal Stadium 14