There is a new French action film. This is a category not unlike healthy fast food or Republican historian. It stars a guy with Barney Rubble eyes. His wife gets kidnapped, and there is a lot of running around. People are not what they seem to be! Or at least they aren’t to Barney, who is running so much he has trouble thinking. Why have so many of these recent French faux-llywood shindigs been so resolutely dull? At least Luc Besson has excess going for him.
The Spanish film Box 507 is also about a man whose wife is kidnapped so he is forced to do stuff for bad guys. Does this happen a lot in Europe? It seems a fairly inefficient tactic. This one was better than the above, which is not really much of a feat. (It was still a ways from enjoyable.).
Rapt was also about kidnapping, but in the conventional vein where you just kidnap a fella and ask for money. It was sleek, gorgeously photographed, and relatively thoughtful–with a bite in its focus on the arrogance of capital. But, while head and shoulders and severed fingers ahead of the previously-mentioned films, it was still more competent than compelling.