Movie Club of The Obscure: The Last Boy Scout
June 30th, 2004 by Woody!
As the 1980s came to a close, Hollywood was coming to terms that the 1990s would mean a new way of doing business for the action movie genre. Gone were the days of Sylvester or Arnold singlehandedly defeating entire armies without getting hurt. The success of the Die Hards and the Lethal Weapons showed that moviegoers wanted a more vulnerable action hero that had flaws and wasn’t perfect. Hollywood could no longer trot out the same by-the-numbers formula action flick and satisfy the masses. It was time for a new action flick formula. My theory is that The Last Boy Scout is their rough draft before they finally nailed down that formula.
Most of the movie relies on it’s headliner, ol’ Bruno himself. I like Bruce Willis. Always have. Well, except in the Jackal. Other than that, he comes off as a guy you’d want to pal around with. He’s got an endearing smirk and can deliver even the stupidest one liners with a bit of gusto. The lines are pretty good here and whatever flaws there are in the movie, nothing big comes to mind that is his fault. He does the action pretty well, does the disgraced hero stuff well, and smirks very well.
At the time, recent success oozed off of director Tony Scott, the man who gave us Days of Thunder, Beverly Hills Cop II, and Top Gun. I think he decided to try to capture some of the Beverly Hills Cop magic and team the star of Die Hard with the next Eddie Murphy, who at the time was probably considered Damon Wayans. When you get down to it, Damon wasn’t ready for this picture yet. He had some good moments but didn’t have a lot of depth to his character. Someone killed his girlfriend and he didn’t really look as upset about it as he should. I mean, c’mon, it’s Halle Berry! And she’s a stripper! He should’ve been screaming for blood, or at least able to cry real tears. Of course, they dumped a lot of crap on his character. Hollywood was tinkering with how much baggage to strap on their heroes, and they went overboard with how much Jimmy Dix got. As if Halle Berry dying on him isn’t enough, he’s still mourning an 8 month pregnant wife killed by a truck while he was playing football in another city. He was kicked out of the league for gambling. And he’s addicted to drugs, too. Sounds like a prequel to ESPN’s Playmakers.
I like buddy movies. Always have. It’s a tough thing to get right, though. They can’t get along too well, or there’s no conflict. They can’t absolutely hate each other, cause then you can’t suspend your disbelief that they’re working together. Other than a patch in the middle, the chemistry is mostly right between Wayans and Willis. They bounce zingers off each other and act macho.
And that’s basically what this movie is about: testosterone. Guys acting tough, talking tough, and hitting tough. There’s no room for estrogen here. Only three major characters are female: Halle Berry, who gets killed off real quick, and Bruce Willis’s wife and kid, who both cuss as bad as a sailor so they’ve got enough testosterone to survive the movie. There are no women killed and shoved in refrigerators, but the movie is not kind to the double X chromosome.
Maybe the biggest positive for the movie is the dialogue. There’s enough classic lines in this movie to last a month in the quote contest. I like “too thought out dialogue to possibly resemble real life speak” and quotable lines. Always have. It’s not just all talking and being mean to women, though. There’s also tons of cars exploding and gun fights to keep anyone from nodding off.
Willis’s Joe Hallenbeck (his middle name is Cornelius, but don’t tell anyone) is someone who doesn’t laugh at death, but make jokes while facing it. Twice. He’s has simple rules, much like a modern day John Wayne. He tells you what he’s going to do and follows through with it. He dresses simple, sometimes not even changing his clothes the next day, and doesn’t understand those who put more money into their wardrobe than a major appliance. In fact, the whole movie was pretty much a modern day western mixed with a modern action film with a dash of detective noir thrown in.
And how about Noble Willingham as the most unapologetic good ol’ boy bad guy. Has there been a more amusing depiction of evil since Jack Palance in Tango & Cash? (Hmmm… maybe that’s my next movie selection. j/k) I’m assuming Noble’s performance is the template for the evil oil tycoon on the Simpsons?
I think it says good things about a movie if there’s some people who have small roles in it that go on to bigger and better stuff. Halle Berry I already mentioned. Don’t blink or you’ll miss Eddie Griffen as the strip club DJ. And who realized that was Tae Bo zenmaster Billy Blanks as “Unsportmanslike Conduct For Capping Three Defenders With a Duece Duece” Billy Cole?
I’ve probably been a bad reviewer by waiting this long to address what sets the tone for the flick, is probably the most infamous scene in the movie, the one most associated with TLBS, and it doesn’t even involve any of the movie’s stars. The opening scene of the movie begins like a Hollywood depiction of a football game, and quickly deteriorates into a WTF moment. It acts as a warning that, for the next hour and a half, violence will be everywhere, even on our nation’s gridirons.
One of the things that didn’t stand up the test of time was the commentary on the state of pro football. There was one accurate line Lynn Swann made about crappy attendence in LA, as there are no longer any pro teams there. But the “death of professional football” has been averted. Free agency did not kill the game. Since 1991, the NFL has done a good job of limitting many of the fan-killing aspects, instituted a salary cap, and remains the strongest sports league today.
All and all, this is a movie that tends to overdo some stuff and has some basic flaws. But as a guilty pleasure, there ain’t much better. Nothing better than a gun-toting, fast-talking buddy movie/revenge fantasy.
“Come right in. Don’t let the fact that my door’s closed dissuade you from entering my office.”
Posted in Movies | 9 Comments »


