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Stuck with Bruce Willis in rush-hour traffic? You could always walk.

Didn't Richard Donner retire? A 1980s star-director name, among many, that should now send bolts of discouraging dread down your spine, Richard Donner may well be seeing his filmmaking skills peak with 16 Blocks--even if saying it's his best, least flatulent, most efficient film is tantamount to saying that the guy's work usually makes me want to step in front of a speeding semi. Donner's style exemplified the smirking, post-Spielberg big-budget brain rape, and only he and his producers, their eyelids clamped open, should ever have to re-endure the uremic corpus he squeezed out between Superman (1978) and Lethal Weapon 4 (1998).

Now, however, Donner in his dotage abandons his Six Million Dollar Man-trained blunt-force-trauma and bends with the flow of the DV-era river, keeping his new movie relatively small-boned, hand-held, on-location savvy and free of in-jokes. It's a lesson that sailed past the team responsible for, say, Firewall, if you were to be chained to your theater seat and forced to choose one creaky old-man thriller over another.

Even so, 16 Blocks manages to be a rather mawkish cliché engine, albeit one made pleasantly sufferable by the tight pacing built into Richard Wenk's real-time screenplay. The stereotypes and borrowings come thick on the ground: Broken-down, gimpy, alcoholic detective Jack Mosley (Bruce Willis)--even the character names are recycled--is instructed at the end of his slouching night shift to escort a prisoner to the courthouse to testify, but the eponymous stretch of congested downtown Manhattan is immediately turned into bullet-sprayed mayhem, as grungy Orc-like bad guys hit the streets with combat ordnance to take out the witness. The "kid," Eddie Bunker (Mos Def), saw some cop do something, and for the next hour and a half, nearly every member of the rampagingly corrupt NYPD breaks every law in broad daylight just to take the punk down. Perhaps inadvertently, 16 Blocks is the most cynical portrait of New York cops anyone's dared to make in years; the thrust here is distinctly closer to Serpico-style '70s than post-September 11 genuflection. Typical of Donner, it would appear that sensational plot machinations overruled any consideration of reality, responsibility or even thematic message. 16 Blocksisn't saying anything about the city's force, but of course it is. Whatever he might've intended, this deep into a career littered with half-thoughts and cheap shots, Donner should be careful where he parks next time he visits New York.

Clint and Sondra redux: Bruce Willis and Mos Def dodge bad cops in 16 Blocks.
Clint and Sondra redux: Bruce Willis and Mos Def dodge bad cops in 16 Blocks.

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Directed by Richard Donner. Written by Richard Wenk. Starring Bruce Willis, Mos Def and David Morse. Opens Friday.

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Little more than a remake of the sorry Clint Eastwood vehicle The Gauntlet (1977)--without the Frank Frazetta poster art and Sondra Locke's pallid kvetching--16 Blocks is built like a noir (shades of Richard Fleischer's great, pungent 1952 micro-crucible The Narrow Margin). But while it is, by today's measure, compact and immediate in terms of structure, the film is also far more bloated and self-important than its own story allows. Real B-movies don't have 14 producers. Clocking in at 99 minutes, Donner's film should've been at least 20 minutes shorter still--whenever Def's wisecracking victim starts wistfully talking about his plans to open a birthday-cake bakery, the movie lifts its heavy foot off the pedal and drops into a narcoleptic nap.

The amount of brisk urban realism and the degree to which the narrative resists spoon-feeding us plot points, shouldn't seem like novelties at this stage in the game, but they do. The massive mush factor, on the other hand, is no surprise--particularly the way it's used to demonstrate to us that Def's weaselly character is worth rescuing because he likes kids and tells jokes to old people. (It's not unlike the westerns in which lynch law is proven to be wrong because the victims are often innocent.) You may, in any case, disagree with that premise after you listen to Def's nasally cartoon whine for an hour; his aural conception of Eddie Bunker makes one pine for the yesteryear of Locke's strident bitchiness. Willis, for his part, is acting his age (conspicuous paunch and all) but in the familiar, slow-burn, wincing-soap-opera manner that seems acceptable for American movie stars, so long as they're not partnered up with a real actor and asked to muster genuinely persuasive moments.

Credibility's already an endangered concern in Hollywood; you wouldn't think that, to keep a corruption-trial witness from reaching the stand, a detective would run down a busy street during the morning rush hour and wildly shoot out the tires of a crowded city bus. But if you were hunting for verisimilitude, we wouldn't be having this conversation.

 
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