Movie Review: Safe House
Patrick King wrote this review 4 years and 4 months ago
First, if you’re in the market for increased security measures at home, do not call Ryan Reynolds. Nor the CIA. Try the experts at ADT. Or perhaps, the four-legged Boerboel variety. Hell, I’d give that LAPD crazy that Samual L. Jackson plays in Lakeview Terrace (2008) a shot at making my pad a ‘safe house’ before Reynolds’ character, Matt Weston. But I digress.
Secondly, to all the ladies out there...I can’t remember if Ryan Reynolds removes his shirt or not during the movie. I don’t care, but I know others do.
Two-time Academy Award winner Denzel Washington plays a CIA operative Tobin Frost who has gone rogue while Ryan Reynolds’ character is assigned by the spy agency to track him down in picturesque South Africa.
In the interest of full disclosure; I will watch any movie that has Sean Connery, Michael Douglas, Clint Eastwood or Denzel Washington in them. Period. If you look at the over/under odds that these four Hollywood icons have produced winners over the years, they’ve earned my theater ticket.
As for “Safe House”, the movie starts off with the fast-paced thrills of a James Bond flick and continues this sugar rush--like a 12-year old on Halloween night--the entire film. Just as the moviegoer’s pulse begins to return to acceptable medical limits, viewers will find even more mayhem ensues. But this movie does have a few rocky moments. In the first few scenes, a timid Reynolds appears to be reprising his role from The Proposal (2009) minus Sandra Bullock pulling his chain.
Thankfully, the vastly more experienced spy character Washington plays offers his guidance and common sense alternatives to Reynolds, who finally figures out the business end of a 9mm. The plot is somewhat stale and throughout the movie you’ll know well in advance where this action adventure will end up. But the film’s chaos is well balanced by Washington’s calm demeanor and covert expertise, allowing the movie to avoid any slow spots. Overall, “Safe House” delivers about what you’d expect. Two to the chest, one to the head. No more. No less.