Legionnaire
Jean-Claude Van Damme fans would have to be a curious
lot, or at least not very demanding. The Muscles From
Brussels has developed a following for his films, (he
also co-produced Legionnaire), but his latest symphony
for simple minds will surely struggle to attract new fans.
The regulation Van Damme butt shot is disposed with
early in the film, and as he has always, Jean-Claude
plays the only character he's ever managed; the reluctant,
good at heart, hard fighting hero.
But there isn't a martial arts high kick in the
whole film for the devotees, and that would have to be a
major flaw.
Jean-Claude is famous for his high swinging kicks to
his adversaries heads.
And Jean-Claude Van Damme can be in entertaining
films, or at least in one entertaining film. John Woo's
Hard Target was a beauty, with Woo able to capitalise on
Jean-Claude's gracefulness, but unfortunately John Woo
had nothing to do with Legionnaire.
Our hero in Legionnaire is a member of the French
Foreign Legion, off to war on behalf of the glorious
French colonial forces which is ripping into the Arabs
in the sands of some un-named country.
He's a warrior alright but a professional boxer on
the run from gangsters who wanted him to throw a fight -
and it would have been far fetched I'd imagine, in even a
Van Damme film, for a European Legionnaire to be an
expert in kick boxing in the early part of this century.
Hence his feet remain firmly planted.
So there's a fairly extended first act with the star
as a boxer, I think in Paris, and then the film segues
into the regulation Foreign Legion long march across the
desert to the fort and then to the battle, cowboys and
Indians style, between the gallant French Forces and the
marauding, circling Arabs.
Now I was soon strongly urging on the locals in their
struggle against the mongrel Imperialist French forces
that shouldn't have been there in the first place (just
ask any present day non-French Algerian about that!) but
that still left me with plenty of time during the film to
ponder a couple of things.
Why did the Arabs have heaps of horses and the
French none. And how violent will combat films have to be
now to match Saving Private Ryan. And why did the film
end so abruptly? Did the film makers get sick of it too?
No Flys At All
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