There are some actors who have a commanding presence. Well, ok, most actors, by definition, have a commanding presence otherwise they wouldn't be successful, but there are some actors who demand (and get) a little more attention than others. You know the ones. You see the trailer, and whether you think the movie concept is that great or not, the mere fact that "so and so" is in it makes you want to see it.
Will Smith is one of those actors for me, so the only thing I knew about I Am Legend when I went to see it last weekend was that it starred Will Smith as the last man on the planet. And let's face it; there aren't a lot of guys out there who can pull off a role like that. Tom Hanks did it in Cast Away, but that's really all that comes to mind.
I'm a pro at suspending my disbelief, so I had no problem buying the storyline. Dr. Krippen, played by Emma Thompson, has discovered a cure for cancer. By reengineering a common virus (the measles) she has effectively cured over 10,000 patients. Insert uproarious shouts of triumph from all human beings who have ever been affected in even a small way by the horrifying "plague" of cancer.
Fast forward to three years later: Dr. Robert Neville (Will Smith) and his trusty German Shephard, Sam, speed through the deserted New York streets in a red Shelby Cobra with white racing stripes. After an unsuccessful hunt, they return to a fully provisioned Washington Square brownstone. As the story progresses, we find that something went terribly awry with Dr. Krippen's vaccine. The apparent miracle turned into a curse when every patient treated with the vaccine devolved into a rabid, flesh-eating night prowler. Some couldn't sustain the rabid existence and perished, and still others, in a true "survival of the fittest" scenario, fed upon the remaining healthy and sane humans.
Dr. Neville, a physician in the Armed Forces, is, or so we're led to believe, the only remaining healthy and (questionably) sane human. He is determined to reverse the effects of the vaccine and bring the monsters back from their exile in hell. Although he holds out hope that there are other survivors, he reluctantly begins to believe that maybe he is the last of the humans. As with any action-packed blockbuster, there are plenty of twists and turns and more than a few nail-biting moments, but I just couldn't help noticing that even though the paved streets of Manhattan are sufficiently deteriorating after three years without maintenance, all the store fronts and awnings are close to immaculate. However, Neville's reaction to Sam's disappearance into a dark and deserted warehouse quickly blinded my discerning eye to any inconsistencies.
All in all, Smith delivered a solid performance. Not quite up to Pursuit of Happyness standards, but good nonetheless. The effects and the storyline are believable, sometimes too much so. Much as I did in Children of Men, I found myself shuddering occasionally, thinking, "This could totally happen if we're not careful." The most unexpected outcome of the film: my newfound respect for Bob Marley. I'm not a big fan of reggae, which makes it hard to be a Bob Marley fan, but Neville's exultation of Marley as a proponent of music and love to combat violence and racism has led me to reevaluate my musical opinions. If you can't manage to catch this one at the theaters, then I definitely recommend it for a DVD and pizza night.
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