Readers of Moores series, initially about a Victorian Age Justice League cobbled together to retrieve an anti-gravity device, will look at the screen and recognize little of what they see. Instead, they will feel betrayed and bored and, worst of all, condescended to; those unfamiliar will wonder whats the bother at all. The players are all thereAllan Quatermain (Sean Connery, not Richard Chamberlain), Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (From Hells Jason Flemyng), Draculas Mina Harker (Peta Wilson) and Captain Nemo (Naseeruddin Shah), gathered together to do the bidding of M (Richard Roxburgh), head of British intelligence. Alas, theres no villain as memorable as Goldfinger, only a masked, out-to-conquer-the-world Phantom (how operatic, Connery says) revealed as the conspiratorial villain familiar to the comics readersthough in a plot point less a shocking twist than a dumbfounding whathefuh?
Yet there have been copious changes that amount to subtractions by way of addition: Shane West appears as Special Agent Sawyer, the American creation of Mark Twain (though never is his first name uttered), and Stuart Townsend plays the immortal Dorian Gray. Theyre pretty boys shoehorned into Moores once-violent and unsightly contingent of criminals and miscreants, which screenwriter James Dale Robinson and director Stephen Norrington have sanitized for PG-13 consumption. The Leagues penchant for violence and villainy has been neutered; they now do only bad things to bad people deserving of dispatch.
Moores Invisible Man used his transparency to rape and impregnate a manse full of wayward gentlewomen; Mr. Hyde, a ton of sinew, gnawed upon the bones of men he ripped to digestible shreds; Allan Quatermain, a shriveled junkie, had retired to an opium den. As for Mina Harker, known in the comic as Mina Murray, she was but a divorced woman hiding a past beneath a crimson scarf; her sin was little more than that of the independent woman, and in the comic, it is she, not Quatermain, who leads the League. Here, shes a bit playeror bite player, as it were, as Robinson and Norrington render her a femme Dracula, not just the former bride of a vampires playmate.
Robinson and Norrington, whose roots lie deep in rich comic-book soilthe former resurrected DCs moribund Hawkman, the latter directed the first Bladeknow their changes will gall the fetishists; they are their audience, self-proclaimed purists. But for studio work, better to lure in millions with dumb summer sci-fi than satisfy thousands with a literate adaptation, eh? What theyve offered instead is the kind of film pirate Jerry Bruckheimer, taking the booty this weekend with Pirates of the Caribbean, would have been proud to hoist up the flag pole and claim as his own: a strident barrage of explosions and gunfights and car chases (in 1899, no less). Lest you think this too much compare-and-contrast, consider that Moore has been suitably adapted: Albert and Allen Hughes transferred his Jack the Ripper tale From Hell into a gloriously grim widescreen tale of paranoia and viscera. Though more often his work has been considered inscrutable by Hollywood (no one dare touch his Watchmen), the Hughes brothers proved its possible to transfer throbbing brain and beating heart from page to screen. Norrington has captured the look: Connery looks like ONeills rendering of Quatermain, turn-of-the-century Europe looks ready to collapse into the dust of history, Nemos tricked-out Nautilus shines like the Love Boat. But he and Robinson forgot the comics mood, neglected its soul, ignored its anxiety.
These Leaguers are a good-time gang, if not lovable, then at least likable; theyve no pasts (save Quatermain, here haunted by The Death of His Son, ugh) and barely any present, only the future of the sequel suggested at films end. Moore invested his characters with flaws, with a tangible humanity; God knows they never felt the need to explain themselves, as the film does, rendering it something akin to one long footnote. Here, theyre just props to shoot at something, punch someone, explode something, and they are as two-dimensional as, yes, characters on a sheet of paper.