Jamie Turner80
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What on earth is happening with Antonio Banderas? There was a time when he was a genuinely successful actor, pulling in massive Hollywood checks despite his clear limitations—specifically his shaky English and acting range that fluctuated between mediocre and subpar. Nevertheless, he possessed a certain rugged, primitive charisma that made him a favorite among female audiences, much like the archetype of the dashing Latino lover stepping into a home to fix a leak or tend the garden. Looking at the attached material (or rather, this gum advertisement), it is evident that age has not been kind to him; his appearance has declined, and while his integrity remains intact, significant roles have begun to pass him by. One could argue his career peaks now occur when he works with Pedro Almodóvar (who has himself become somewhat worn out by his own farces), when he plays the dark, mysterious stranger in a romantic comedy, or when he settles for cameos alongside Sylvester Stallone in The Expendables or Robert Rodriguez in Machete film style productions.
Automata, a Spanish-Bulgarian co-production that feels like a budget attempt at Europacorp trash, was clearly conceived as a vehicle to jumpstart his career, following the blueprint of how Luc Besson’s action flicks revitalized the careers of 90s action and thriller stars. Let us not kid ourselves: Banderas is no Liam Neeson, and Ibanez is certainly no Besson, which renders Automata a rather uninspired film. It possesses perhaps a few decent ideas and one or two competent technical flourishes, but it is ultimately weighed down by a multitude of contradictions that sink the project before it even gets off the ground.
The film is an odd assortment of tropes. We are presented with urban noir vistas reminiscent of the decay found in Blade Runner, yet we also have robots. These robots, however, do not look like androids dreaming of electric sheep; they look more like sketches from an ancient picture book. Then there is the post-apocalyptic wasteland, echoing Mad Max, though it is inexplicably sun-drenched. The plot itself is a muddled mix: part noir, part corporate thriller, with a faint undercurrent of satire or a farce involving a robotic vending machine. To make matters worse, the setting of this apocalypse is explained via title cards accompanied by terrifying imagery of solar storms, all set against a pervasive, omnipresent soundtrack.
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http://film-na-dan.blogspot.com/2014/11/automata.html