Max Payne is one of those movies that plays a lot better at home than it did in the theater. Slick, fast-paced, visually dynamic and completely dumb, the film nonetheless is perfect living room fodder. It isn't going to win any awards and you're not going to remember it long after it ends, but when you've got nothing better to do or you're hanging out with friends as background noise goes this pretty much fits the bill.
Admittedly, this is extremely faint praise. Director John Moore's (Behind Enemy Lines) latest is nothing more than high-gloss trash. Like every other film lifted from a video game this is another adaptation that sputters around rather pointlessly, moving its characters from one pyrotechnic fueled shoot-out to the next with all the skill and dexterity of a chicken crossing the road.
What's the point of actually describing the plot? I mean, there really isn't one. There is the thin attempt at telling the tale of brooding, single-minded detective, Max Payne (Mark Wahlberg), driven to discover the killers of his wife and child, but that's just window dressing for Moore to stage a series of gunfights and explosions amidst an endless shower of CGI snowflakes and rampaging winged demons. It's empty and only serves as an excuse to show off some dynamic cinematography and a series of women (including Bond Girl, Olga Kurylenko and "That 70's Show" star Mila Kunis) in barely-there skintight outfits.
This movie is brain-dead, almost beyond anything you could imagine. Beau Thorne's screenplay is filled with cop clichés, Nordic mythology and religious iconography so all over the place it borders on laughable. To make mattes worse, any movie that tries to pass Kunis off as a tough-talking, latex-clad Russian superwoman isn't close to playing with a full deck.
For those who did like Max Payne enough to actually own it on Blu-ray, 20th Century Fox's presentation is pretty solid. Their hi-def disc of both the unrated and PG-13 cuts of the feature (there's about three minutes of negligible difference between the two) looks and sounds outstanding, that 5.1 DTS-HD Master Audio blasting Marco Beltrami's (3:10 to Yuma) thunderous score just about perfectly.
As for the special features, there is a dry, somewhat underwhelming audio commentary from Moore, production designer Daniel Dorrance and visual effects supervisor Everett Burrell. There is also a picture-in-picture option that recycles some of this commentary but also adds just enough extra material that it ends up being far more worthwhile than its rather similar audio-only counterpart. Also included is an intriguing cartoon-slash-graphic novel following Michelle Payne in the days before her death, but what is at first minutely interesting unfortunately looses its luster due to its slow pace and massive over-length.
There is also a rather extensive two-part behind-the-scenes documentary that's far more intriguing than the usual DVD extra. Not that this is new for Moore, his awful remake of The Omen also carried a semi-sensational doc, and I'm starting to get the feeling he has almost as much fun filming these as he does the movies themselves. Make no mistake, the movie maybe idiotic but watching it get made is actually kind of interesting, both halves of this documentary honestly more entertaining (and easily more informative) than the feature itself proves to be.
Listen, the movie isn't good but it also isn't very difficult to watch. On Blu-ray it looks and sounds fantastic, and as bad B-movies go I've seen a lot worse than this. Max Payne is a lot of things, the majority of them negative, but it isn't painful, and considering the alternative I have to think that's some sort of victory.