The A-Team Reviews
Nothing - not the characters, not their stories and certainly not their violence - is meant to register deeply. Their words and worlds are disposable; it's no wonder they fade so fast.
This is a movie that could have gotten away with making only a little bit of sense had it more superpowers or superstars. Neeson doesn't quite count since he's made the mistake of giving a performance.
Both in name and spirit, The A-Team drags the Eighties into the 21st century, and you might be surprised to find -- if only briefly -- that you've missed them just a little.
How it is interesting to watch a movie in which the "action" is essentially colorful abstractions? Isn't it more satisfying if you know where everyone is, and what they're doing, and how they're doing it in real time?
"Sex and the City 2 for dudes"? "A Bourne film with frontal-lobe damage"? Pithy descriptions don't come easy after a brain-fragmenting experience like this movie version of the unaccountably popular '70s TV show.
The A-Team is really no better or worse than a whole bunch of other steroid studio-built extravaganzas, but the cumulative effect of these stunts-aplenty window-crashing-fireball-exploding-freeway-chasing-rocket-launching shoot-outs is numbing.
Frankly, a little less budgeting for visual effects -- in exchange for more physicality and sharper character interplay -- would have improved matters, but the pic still works moderately well as the equivalent of a mindless B-movie.