Review: Killing Season
Robert
De Niro plays a retired American military man who has secluded himself up in
the Appalachian mountains, resisting his son Milo Ventimiglia’s invitation to
his own grandson’s christening. John Travolta (who needs to quit with the
goofy, tacked-on facial hair obsession already) plays a former Serbian
paramilitary dude who has travelled to the US supposedly to go hunting in the
mountains. We know pretty early on, however, that Travolta has a personal beef
with De Niro that goes back to the Bosnian-Serbian conflict in the mid-90s.
Travolta claims to be Bosnian, and De Niro doesn’t immediately recognise him.
Unfortunately, before he has time to, this hunting enthusiast is about to
become the hunted, as old wounds are re-opened, as well as a few fresh wounds.
However, don’t think shrapnel-embedded, psychologically scarred old De Niro is
gonna be easy pickings, there’s still life in him yet.
Beware
any film featuring Robert De Niro and John Travolta that you’ve never heard of.
When that film comes from Millennium Films, the modern day Cannon…run away.
Directed by Mark Steven Johnson (who previously directed the underrated “Simon
Birch”, the watchable “Ghost Rider”, and the not terribly memorable “Daredevil”)
from a tired and clichéd screenplay by Evan Daugherty (“Snow White and the
Huntsman”), this 2013 direct-to-DVD effort (with the requisite 69 billion
producers from Millennium) goes nowhere slowly. The scenery is nice, but this
is a waste of time and talent, playing like a script Millennium had lying around
from a Steven Seagal or Dolph Lundgren film that never got off the ground.
Travolta’s never been the best judge of quality but what the fuck did De Niro
see in this?
The
film mixes “Deadly Pursuit”-esque mountain-set thriller with a dose of
Serbian torture porn (and mere lip service at best to themes of war and
genocide), but none of it is remotely entertaining, especially with a hokey,
unconvincingly accented Travolta dragging it down. He’s ridiculous and stupid,
whilst De Niro is just OK to be charitable. Despite my suspicions of its
script’s origins, apparently it was originally conceived as a “Face/Off”
reunion for Travolta and Nic Cage, to be directed by John McTiernan (“Predator”,
“Die Hard”). I wasn’t a fan of the original John Woo nonsense, but it
still probably would’ve been better than this, with a reliable hand of the
action genre like McTiernan at the helm. As is? Nothing to see here, move
along. It’s not bad enough nor good enough to warrant any more attention.
Rating:
D+
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