Fuze

Earlier this weekend, I drove a two-hour round trip – not in the usual direction – to see one of only two movies playing in my wider area that I was interested in seeing. It was a matter of timing whether I chose Over My Dead Body, a black comedy-action movie about a married couple trying to kill each other, or Fuze. Because I wanted to drive home in daylight, and OMDB's only matinee showing started too soon after I knocked off work on Friday, I ended up seeing Fuze.

It's not a coincidence that Fuze, besides being the title of this movie, is the British spelling of the part of a bomb that Wile E. Coyote lights before running for cover. You know, what we in the U.S. spell f-u-s-e. According to a screen card at the end of the film, it's also supposedly a charity that disarms bombs, but I can find no evidence that this is a real thing. In this movie, Aaron Taylor-Johnson (Anna Karenina, The Fall Guy) plays a U.K. Army major who heads a bomb disposal unit that gets called in when a construction dig in London unearths what appears to be an unexploded World War II bomb. Before his team can begin trying to disarm it, a whole square mile of London has to be evacuated – except for a gang of crooks who, right on cue – I mean that, as if they've been expecting an unexploded bomb to force the evacuation that day – seize the opportunity to drill a hole in the wall of a bank vault. The crooks include, no surprise, some shady characters, played by Sam Worthington (Avatar, Terminator Salvation) and Theo James (Divergent, The Time Traveler's Wife) among others, who get away by the skin of their teeth and then immediately turn on each other, all while one of the Army major's underlings plants an official seed of doubt about the bomb actually being of WW2 origin.

Double crosses, brutal violence, fast-moving police work and even faster-moving crooks escaping form the tissue of this movie, with characters switching which side they're are on (like, good or evil) in a manner that I guess was meant to be surprising or keep you guessing but that I saw coming from high orbit. I actually groaned to myself: "Don't tell me this guy is ... " But let's not spoil it for those of you who want to guess for yourselves. The only real surprise that kept me on the edge of my seat was whether the criminal masterminds were going to get away, and get rich. Your suspense is whether it's the kind of story where the crooks end up dead, or in handcuffs, or maybe getting away with their skin mostly intact but losing all the loot, or is there a "happy ending" for the bad guys and are we supposed to (cough) "stop your crying, it's a sign of the times" (sorry, Project Hail Mary) or will the movie actually try to sell us a reason to sympathize with them? Like, are the villains villains or not? Or are just some of them villains?

I'd like to say the movie settles these questions in a satisfying manner. However, what I walked away with, or rather drove away with (super conscious of what a long drive it was), was thoughts like, "What was the point of (spoiler redacted) doing such-and-so when he could have saved him having his hand smashed with a pipe wrench, or being shoved into the trunk of a car, or having a plastic bag pulled down over his head," etc., etc. – decisions that led to betrayals and vendettas and imminent danger of death and, for some characters, actual death, all of which (spoiler redacted) could have spared himself without costing him anything. But oh, well, it made the second half of the movie exciting and the pacing was such that you really had to be jaded with fast-paced excitement to even think these thoughts. But I thought them. And it took me out of the story, I'm sad to say. Also, the movie's narrative structure kind of falls apart at the end, explaining all the stuff that it couldn't explain to you earlier without spoiling its own surprises in a "10 years ago" epilogue, which in my opinion is a sign that the writer(s) didn't properly think the thing through.

There were, however, sufficient things that made the movie for me to enumerate three: (1) Aaron Taylor-Johnson's alpha-stud hunkiness, which actually hits a stratospheric level in the scene where he reprimands his too-curious-for-comfort underling for taking unacceptable risks. You see in his eyes a combination of tender concern for a pipsqueak who's really, objectively, a pain in the ass, along with a tortured remnant of some past trauma about which the characters who know him have been dropping whispered hints. You know how it goes. He made a mistake in Afghanistan and some people died – his people. The writing is obvious, indeed hackneyed, but ATJ's acting is legit. (2) Gugu Mbatha-Raw, playing a police superintendent, being so good at her job that it would be astonishing if the crooks got away with it, which I won't say whether they did or not. (3) Those end-of-the-movie titles, one of which delivers really disappointing tidings of what one of the main characters did with himself later on ... then goes, "Just kidding." Whew! An honorary mention: The army bomb disposal squad's alternative to saying "break a leg," which sounds grossly insubordinate when that pipsqueak corporal says it to his immediate superior. I guess when your job is disabling high explosives, you can do without words of encouragement like "Do your best" or "Good luck" but ... "Don't be shit"? Really?