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Swordfish is a rare breed of film, one that should finish after the first 5 minutes. Most nowadays have an explosive beginning, but follow it up with some semblance of an engaging story, but Swordfish bucks this trend and like a young lover climaxes early before falling asleep. Not many films peak that early. Having said that, it is a fantastic opening sequence - centring around some poor bank clerk, captured in time, ending up all over the street, literally. A veritable visual treat. The rest of the film, however, is complete rubbish. Of course there are 'dramatic' stunts, shoot-outs and sex, but it's a bit of a come-down after the opening shots. Some of it even verges on the ridiculous (flying buses), but at least those bits manage to keep you awake. The plot, if there really is one, revolves around a hacker with form (Jackman) being offered $10 million to get into some shady government account by Gabriel Shear (Travolta), a stupidly named covert agent or something. Of course, as Jackman is banned from even touching a computer, he resists, and only succumbs when one of Travolta's "assistants" (Berry) takes her top off and mentions Jackman seeing his daughter. Oh, didn't you know? Halle Berry takes her top off in the film. And if you're wondering - Yes they are. But to more important parts of the film. Travolta is on his usual form - he doesn't seem to understand what he's talking about, but makes it sound, ahem 'cool'. Jackman is suitably handsome, possibly too handsome to be a hacker. Berry is revealing, and probably comes out on top acting-wise (not really saying much I know). Vinnie Jones is absent most of the time. The rest support adequately. I may have been too hard on this film, but it really isn't anything more than summer popcorn. It follows a long list of them, and fits into its surroundings perfectly well. No doubt it'll take many, many millions at the box office, but since when was that a good sign? It's maybe not the worst film you'll see this summer, but its definitely not the best. |
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