In this prequel to the Underworld franchise, we follow Lucian from birth to his liberation from slavery under the vampires, where begins in earnest the centuries-old war between Lycan and vampire.
Starring: Michael Sheen, Bill Nighy and Rhona Mitra
Movie Release: January 23, 2009
Genre: Action/Fantasy/Horror
Running Time: 93 minutes
Visually this movie is stunning. With seamless CGI effects, dramatic lighting and perfectly choreographed and suspenseful fight scenes, director Patrick Tatapoulos pulls all the thrillingly eerie feel of the previous Underworld movies into this third installment. The costuming is at times brilliant and at others merely awkward, but one supposes vampires get to flaunt fashion in any manner they choose. The actors’ performances were, while not mind-blowing, more than adequate to the occasion and one suspects that Michael Sheen (Lucian), Bill Nighy (Viktor) and Rhona Mitra (Sonja) have quite a bit more in them if given the proper script. In short, each technical segment of the movie came together to produce a film of fair-to-good quality which the easily satisfied moviegoer will find quite enjoyable. If that sounds like praise so faint as to be damning, that’s because it is.
Where this movie fails is in the story. The writers took an approximately twenty-second flashback from the first movie and expanded it into an entire script. Stunningly, they manage to do this without giving Underworld fans a single scrap of new information. At the end of the movie, one knows no more than what one already saw in the twenty-second flashback. Rise of the Lycans can be best defined by what it does not have, and that is never a good sign. It has no additional backstory. It - inexplicably, due to the first movie’s proof of his importance during that timeline - has no Kraven. It has no Kate Beckinsale, not even an expansion on her backstory, though we know this, too, happened at that point in the timeline or thereabouts. It’s a movie about war and it has no war. One blink-and-you-miss-it battle and the occasional short fight scene do not a war movie make.
Rise of the Lycans offers little more than a love story, and one the viewer has trouble working up excitement for as we’ve already seen the interesting bits. The main focus of the plot is to instruct the viewer, with agonizing slowness, that Lucian and Sonja are deeply in love. We don’t get to watch this happen either, however. The viewer is introduced to the story after the fact. Once we’ve been treated to eighty minutes of heartfelt assurances of this forbidden love, Sonja is killed. We already knew this would happen. We’ve even seen the death scene in a previous movie. It is boring. With the casus belli in place, the movie wraps up with Lucian on the verge of open warfare with vampires for personal reasons and leading Lycans with more general social indignities fueling their vengeance.
All in all, a decent movie but a poorly written and redundant story. Rise of the Lycans lives to disappoint.
Upon arrival, they are greeted by a bunch of screaming Mayan locals who herd them to the top of the pyramid. The Mayans surround the ruins and our heroes are trapped. Their surroundings: a well, a few tents and a bunch of vines with pretty red flowers. Things fall apart quickly, mostly because of stupidity. A jaunt into the depths of the well leads to a broken back. A pair of legs get broken, and then amputated, in a lovingly sadistic scene that takes forever. One of the characters starts cutting herself with a knife, revealing tiny little vines swimming about in her bloodstream. Turns out that the vines are carnivorous and can talk, sort of – they imitate cell phones ringing and American tourists having sex quite well. The Ruins is part of the Stupid American Tourists Must Die genre, a horror movie that features foreigners killing Americans traveling abroad because they’re Americans. This movie doesn’t work for a lot of reasons, but it boils down to the fact that a carnivorous plant is a pretty goofy movie monster. The special effects – such as they are – consist of moving vines. Wow. None of the characters ever rise above the level of road kill; good thing, because the movie is hard enough to sit through as is, and if we cared about the characters it would be impossible to watch. It’s interesting that the rise of Stupid American Tourists Must Die genre has coincided with the fall of America’s image abroad. One of the characters in The Ruins has a speech that boils down to this: we’re Americans. Nobody messes with us. Not unless you’re a man-eating plant, anyway.
