Real Steel
Hugh Jackman control robots in “Real Steel”, an interesting, but somewhat brutally entertainment aimed more at children to their parents.
The death of his mother, Max (Dakota Goyo) must go to live with his father Charlie (Hugh Jackman) who is not the taste of a kid in the legs. But he accepts, for the summer only, pending a more responsible people is working. The passion of papa being to boxer robots, fiston decides to help him find a promising contest, which will be the first step of a new dialogue between these two generations.
“Real Steel” looks like a cross between “Rocky” and “Transformers” generation “Mortal Kombat”. It was a little empty action film where robotic entities above type to win tournaments and competitions. It is politically correct (there is no blood, is that of the scrap metal) and as liberating as a video game. What fun boys from 7 to 12 years for more than two hours. As to the quality of special effects, great provided care to the images, the competent realization of Shawn Levy who was responsible the two episodes of “Night at the Museum” and an interpretation more that satisfactory actors (Hugh Jackman is more muscular that never, Dakota Goyo will be the new child can end up in the next American productions), (Hope Davis Wins in selfish aunt smiles and Evangeline Lilly… is always also fade than usual), the young souls will not resist a long time.
However, it will not ask too many questions about the quality of the (often deficient) dialogues and situations (rather ridiculous, especially when the hero white iron starts dancing way “High School Musical”), the shadow of Disney is never far. What to do – somewhat unwittingly – smile a more adult audience. A player of size just yet is added to the dance. It is Steven Spielberg. Although it is here that as a producer, his style is clearly recognizable. In how to present with tenderness that entity android of the name of Atom, to develop his friendship with Max (as “E.T.”) and will all build on the family aspect where a father and a son eventually reconcile. There are even a few worrying moments, for example this scene in a cemetery in metal that can recall the misjudged “A.I.” A tone more black rarely operated at its just measure. Damage that “Real Steel” is not more like “Super 8″ instead of playing the card of the traditional feature, locked in its conventions where the music (by Danny Elfman) is used for all sauces.
It is ironically with his moral hopeful (the supremacy of man over machine, this frail robot boxer who knows how roll with the punches, rubbing with honesty and courage to the big bad of this world) that the effort ends seduced by, dropping the gap of cynicism peculiar to the adult world to remember that sometimes the movies, it’s better just to dream … and to see robots explode mouth.
