




The plot is rudimentary, sort of an excuse (or glue) for the action sequences. Each member of the quartet is briefly introduced in the first scene. Cut to 8 years and 80 successful missions later in Iraq, where the men are framed for stealing a briefcase full of printing plate worth of $100 million. They are thrown into prison, but, with the help of a CIA agent Lynch (Patrick Wilson), whose motives are ambivalent, they bust out of jail, determine to clear out their names and catch the real culprit.
For a while, the movie benefits from its gifted cast. Liam Neeson plays the pivotal role of Col. John “Hannibal” Smith, the master tactician who’s always a step ahead of the enemy, using unconventional methods and keeping his team out of trouble. A believable hero, Hannibal has a strong sense of ethics and he loves his country and his men. When the plan goes well, he coolly pulls out a cigar and lights it. Sexy, authoritative and strong, Neeson brings gravitas to his role, and he is the only one who really acts is a naturalistic way.
Pumped up from many hours spent at the gym, Bradley Cooper, fresh on the heels of his comedy smash “The Hangover,” is Lt. Templeton “Face” Peck, the A-Team’s con man and go-to guy. Face uses and abuses his good looks and charm to scam and hustle his way, and at the same time, lives the good life. Clever, seductive and handsome, Face can talk anyone, especially women, into anything he wants, and as a soldier, when the situation calls for it, he can get as rough as his peers.
The “crazy” to Face’s “cool is “Howlin’ Mad” Murdock, played by Sharlto Copley (of “District 9” fame), one of the best chopper pilots to emerge from Desert Storm. Blessed with a genius I.Q., he can impersonate a surgeon or a prince within seconds. According to official records, he is mentally unstable, and sometimes he’s scarily convincing at it. A master of improvisation, Murdrock’s wacky character thrives on danger and humor; you never know if he’s really crazy or just putting it on. Offering most of the film’s comic relief, Copley employs a Southern accent—a Texas Panhandle twang.
Cast against type, Patrick Wilson is CIA operative Lynch, a key player in the Team’s most explosive mission. Little is know about Lynch, who maintains an aura of mystery almost up to the end, including the question of whether or not he’s a good guy or a villain.
As he proved in his former movies, Carnahan has a modernist, muscular, gritty sensibility, which favors rapid action over detailed characterization, screaming over normal talking, punctuated one-liners over naturally flowing dialogue. Intentionally or unintentionally, by taking such a broad and vulgar approach to the material, Caranahan and Bloom have camped up the text to the extreme. As a result, both men and the situational crises they face come across as caricatures, figures in a big, long, and loud circus-like video game.
Accessible but exhausting, dynamic but repetitive, this A-Team” is too mechanically made, and too straining in its effort, to be “cool” to generate any emotional investment or interest in the proceedings. At the end of the screening, instead of feeling entertained and exhilarated, I felt drained, relieved that the deafeningly loud movie was over.