Directed by:
Antoine FuquaCinematography:
Conrad W. HallComposer:
Trevor MorrisCast:
Gerard Butler, Aaron Eckhart, Finley Jacobsen, Dylan McDermott, Rick Yune, Morgan Freeman, Angela Bassett, Melissa Leo, Radha Mitchell, Cole Hauser (more)VOD (3)
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When the White House (Secret Service Code: "Olympus") is captured by a terrorist mastermind and the President is kidnapped, disgraced former Presidential guard Mike Banning finds himself trapped within the building. As our national security team scrambles to respond, they are forced to rely on Banning's inside knowledge to help retake the White House, save the President and avert an even bigger disaster. (official distributor synopsis)
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Hollywood is once again jerking off in a moronic routine rip-off of a moronic line with a moronic attack on the White House from the moronic seventh season of 24. However, as much as it is stupid (and it is stupid), it is also unintentionally funny (and it is funny).
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Pathos to drown in. The part of the attack on the White House is stupid and with underfunded special effects, but it’s quite fun. The rest of the film, however, it’s not fun at all. It could have been a decent take on Die Hard, but the total lack of detachment and the piece of wood in the main role (there are few people in Hollywood I find more annoying than Gerard Butler) sinks it. In the second half I was just bored. PS: Naturally, the American flag flutters as a blessing. What Emmerich will show us?
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Within the genre, it's quite good and inoffensive, but Roland Emmerich played with practically the same theme in White House Down in a much more ingenious way and... And above all, in a funnier way. Indeed, exaggeration or any lightening of Olympus Has Fallen is what is most lacking. It is very action-packed, the occupation of the White House is briskly filmed and it all happens so fast that you almost don't notice the classic "All those pros got shot like a herd of sheep" crap. But everything else is meant to be so deadly serious, the characters swearing allegiance to the stars and stripes with death on their tongues, that weaker people with an allergy to kitsch, clichés and patriotism simply can't enjoy it.
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I’ve once read an ironic comment saying that actors are the best paid prostitutes in the world. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but this film is a clear example of it. What they say here in the second half with a stony face, completely serious and full of pathos, is enough to put down even a self-deprecating masochist. And most of all, I felt sorry for Morgan Freeman. His participation, pushed through by the producers just to tick off at least one famous name, is reduced to the one clueless, apathetic expression, when it's quite obvious that Morgan has nothing to play with, and one annoyed expression of a few seconds that doesn’t make any difference. The American president here is a paragon of honesty, bravery, and an awareness of the gravity of his position when you're just waiting for the shit to really hit the fan. All the lines that fly through the air between Butler, the military staff and the terrorist boss are the essence of idiocy, and the slow-motion scenes with an American flag riddled with bullet holes, the 'Cerberus code' and the heroic cry of "I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America!" will strike you as a major infringement on the audience's taste. During the first 45 minutes or so things go well, thanks to the old-fashioned 80s style action, with terrorists and bodyguards falling like flies (I hereby salute Arnold), but then the ghost of Chuck Norris possessed all the actors and especially the writers, and everything goes to shit in the blink of an eye. Thanks God for Schwarzenegger’s Commando, compared to this film, it’s a funny easy-going comedy full of wisecracks.
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Republican agitprop for pure American values, and the willingness to confront the problem head-on and tackle everything with a straight face. It’s a mistake to see it in the opposite vein of the movie theater premieres, as Emmerich's strumming of the "democratic" string created more thematic self-irony, bringing expectations down to zero. Fuqua irritates the audience's receptors only with his impressive body count, his willingness to shoot anyone in the head (even a woman), and he only improves the Butler machine’s skill in terms of the number of headshots. The rest of the time, it sort of wanders the darkened corridors of the White House, preferring to keep the protagonists silent because the script doesn't throw anything too miraculous at them. I can't think of which twenty minutes of the plot I would sacrifice in favor of better compactness, but, on the other hand, I place the quarter of an hour with the cast of Olympus Has Fallen on the action pedestal of the best there is to see at the moment. 2 and a ½.
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