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Willis is essentially doing a reprise of his Die Hard heroics, and his bag of tricks--the tiny half-smiles and droning self-mutterings--are the actor's action-movie equivalent of minimalism. He can be marvelous, but he knows he doesn't need to be here; he winks his way through the movie until he gets to blow things up real good and Die Hard-like. Perhaps directors like using Willis in their futuristic fantasias because he can seem knowing yet hulky. He's a wised-up Everyman, jerky but fun, and his jock allure allows him to stand in for us in these stranger-in-a-strange-land escapades. But in his last sci-fi outing, 12 Monkeys, Willis brought some depth to the strangeness. He seemed ravaged by his predicament as an ordinary man out of time. In The Fifth Element, he's just marking time.
I realize that practically all science fiction, even the goofiest, has to have its mite of seriousness--something cautionary to keep us earthlings on our toes. But the high-toned stuff in The Fifth Element is especially jarring because it directly contradicts the spirit of the rest of the movie. When Leeloo, with her superhuman brain, finally absorbs into her cranium the vast history of Earth's warfare, she's so crestfallen she can't fight any more. "Everything you create, you destroy," she cries out.
Funny--the people who made this movie are busy destroying everything they create too. Leeloo may not be much of a Supreme Being, but she has a promising future as a movie critic.
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