There was never any doubt that, “canceled-“or-uncanceled, Mel Gibson has skills as a director.
He knows how to cast, block, shoot and edit a thriller, be it historic or generically modern.
But what we’ve allowed ourselves to question during his years in the cinematic wilderness is his judgement. The off-camera questions became public knowledge and turned him into a punchline. On-camera, we can accept the string of C-pictures he’s starred or co-starred in during his exile at face value. And now the director of “Hacksaw Ridge” is letting us know all the ways he can mess up a conventional action picture.
With “Flight Risk,” he “Air Americas” up a perfectly straightforward single set actioner. There’s paranoia and airborne suspense, tension and personal, in-your-face violence.
But it’s glib as all get out, dumb when it isn’t being glib and not nearly as much fun as Gibson seems to think he’s made it out to be.
Michelle Dockery doesn’t embarrass herself, playing a Federal marshal escorting a “flight risk” witness from BFE, Alaska back to New York for a mob trial. Mark Wahlberg shaves his head and dons an intentionally fake drawl as the fake bush pilot who is to get them from the middle of nowhere to Anchorage airport.
But Topher Grace? Grace plays Winston, the comical “reluctant” witness/mob accountant in this bloody-minded “Midnight Run” dawdle into danger. And any time we fret over what the stakes might be, what perils come next and how tense this can get, he’s here to deliver his share of the one-liners that derail Jason Rosenberg’s script.
This isn’t a single-engine cargo/passenger plane they’re boarding, it’s “a kite with seat belts.”
Dockery’s agent cracks about finding Winston in a “Motel Sux.” And then there’s Wahlberg’s psychotic hitman/pilot, the one “outed” and who revels in his criminal intent just over a half-hour into the film.
“You know the last thing to go through your mind in a crash landing? Your ASS!”
One character’s a “by-the-book” Fed with a troubled past. The other’s a stereotypical mob accountant, right down to hiding out in a snowbound “Motel Sux.” But Wahlberg’s playing a campy thrill-killer who’s about as believable as that accent he trots out for his bug-eyed zingers.
“I don’t know about you, but I made a Jackson Pollock in my pants!”
Whatever entertainment value there is in this icomes from the serious early acts, which encourage the viewer to buy into this timeworn “Who will fly the plane?” predicament. Gibson throws up his hands at the job of constructing a compact thriller tucked into a tiny airplane, and just goes for ridiculous, physics-defying Alaskan flying exploits, cliched mob corruption reaching into law enforcement, bloody-to-the-edge-of-killing violence, and laughs.
And there aren’t enough of those to constitute an “action comedy.”
Maybe Mel Gibson deserved his decades in the cinematic wilderness as an actor. Maybe he’s done his penance. But he’s not moving back to the A-list by botching a simple, potentially enjoyable B-picture from behind the camera.
Rating: R, graphic violence, profanity
Cast: Michelle Dockery, Topher Grace and Mark Wahlberg.
Credits: Directed by Mel Gibson, scripted byJared Rosenberg. A Lionsgate release.
Running time: 1:31























