Max Payne

What’s a year without an anti-hero, a maverick and a man with a heart of gold, all rolled into one, Max Payne (played by Mark Whalberg) juts out of an iced-over river right at the start of the movie, seeking to avenge the death of his wife. He is also narrator, and, at one point in the film, is clearly a suspect for this and at least one other killing.
What’s difficult to explain is why Whalberg would do this movie, Max Payne is a video game adoption, and doesn’t everyone already know already how fraught with uncertainty that sort of scheme is, Besides, there is absolutely no event in the entire movie that would redeem its overwhelming slowness. Especially not the bit about how the entire plot hinges on a botched-up military drug developed secretly by the company Payne’s wife worked for. I mean, how obvious was that one,
Nor is it interesting, any more, when two cops, both great friends, seem destined to distrust one another. It only gets worse when one of the two, the reasonable, cautious one, dies. No, folks, although there are some great things about the movie, such as the stylish action when a junkie leaps out a window to his death; or when Payne’s own drug-induced trip, there’s not much going on to keep things afloat for too long. Sadly enough, there isn’t enough to remember after the movie is over. It all just, sort of, washes over you without leaving a trace.
Beau Thorne’s debut script is a bit of a disappointment. Trite and melodramatic, there is just not enough food for thought here, nor enough action for that matter.