Critics feel sorry for Tyler Perry; after a long break he decided to expand his range and find himself in something as thoroughly dismal and miserable as Alex Cross. An unpleasant film from the sadistic behavior of its villain andÂ to the slovenliness of its visual effects is an attempt to bring James Patterson’s novel to the big screen, The Hollywood Reporter says.
Comparing with Morgan Freeman skillful acting in the role of James Pattersonâ€™s, Perryâ€™s attempt at reinterpreting novelist is a real flop. Stripped down to his undershirt Perry looks both incongruous and ridiculous.
Perry, best known for his comedies, replaces Freeman’s poise and intelligence with cop-show fight moves and splutter like (“I will hunt you down like a rabid dog!”), all this looks like poor acting and a bunch of undeveloped ideas, some taken from past Cross movies, Newsday reports.
Moreover, Alex Cross features a hand-to-hand climax that is among the worst fight scenes ever. The lighting is dark, it’s framed so tightly you can’t tell who’s hitting whom or what’s going on, and the camera’s intense jitters make it a virtual parody of filmmakers trying to make something exciting by shaking the camera. It’s incredible one of the six producers didn’t notice this and demand a retake, The Hollywood Reporter claims.
This is nasty psycho-killer film is centered on a well-armed sicko who simply announces that, â€śInflicting pain is a crucial part of my true calling.â€ť
According to The Globe and Mail, Foxâ€™s reign of terror begins with the seduction, torture and killing of a prostitute (Stephanie Jacobsen). She is a mere plot point, and after her death this status is passed on to other female characters, who exist only as victims-in-waiting â€“ characters whose deaths will need some serious avenging.
Having found just one scant evidence, Cross thinks he has Picasso’s intentions figured out. Soon he and Tommy find the victims are very close to home. Picasso torments Cross with obsessive phone calls and always seems a step or two ahead of his pursuer, for whom the hunt becomes a personal obsession.
Director Rob Cohen do not bother to set up scenes properly, not talking about building suspense or, as in the case of the climax and a car crash, to even make them plausible. The camera shakes when a major lead is discovered that might lead to the killer, and it is absurd when one of the characters gives out information he has no need to disclose.
Even small turns from Carmen Ejogo as Crossâ€™s wife and Giancarlo Esposito as a Motor City underworld boss, or even the unintentional camp pleasure provided by Matthew Foxâ€™s eye-popping turn as the finger-cutting psycho do not improve the plot.
â€śAlex Crossâ€ť is rated PG-13 (Parents strongly cautioned). Sexualized violence against women, torture, guns.