Friday, January 23, 2009 at 1:39AM Movie Review - 'Underworld: Rise of the Lycans'
| Underworld: Rise of the
Lycans
Starring Michael Sheen, Rhona Mitra, and Bill
Nighy ![]() |
In early November of last year, I saw a breathtaking movie called Frost/Nixon.
It details, as I'm sure you've heard, read, seen, or remember, the televised interviews between former
President Richard Nixon and talk show host David Frost. It doesn't have any tricks or mind-blowing effects.
It doesn't need them. The movie is primarily about the two performances by Frank Langella as Nixon and
Michael Sheen as Frost, two heavyweights each employing his own style in search of a knockout.
Fast forward a couple of months and there's a new movie in theaters by the name of Underworld: Rise of
the Lycans. It's a prequel to two other movies in the series about vampires, werewolves, half-breeds,
and a war between them that has been raging for centuries. It does require tricks and effects, because it's telling a story about a world that doesn't exist, and it hides those effects under a veil of darkness that barely lets us see them function. Worse still, it almost buries the same Michael Sheen who is in Frost/Nixon.
There is no doubt which of these two movies you should see. It's Frost/Nixon. But very likely, the Underworld movie will earn in its first week what the brand new Best Picture nominee will earn during its entire theatrical run. And that bothers me. That's not to say there aren't wonderful movies with effects if that's your jones, or even that there aren't great movies with vampires; seek out Let the Right One In for that. But Rise of the Lycans is just a 90-minute parade of settling for the easiest option. If there's a scene that needs a glower from Bill Nighy, he'll dredge up his best Lugosi behind electric blue contact lenses. If we need a lycan attack, we'll get one of those. And if a speech needs to be made, rest assured a poorly written speech will follow.
So if the filmmakers have such little expectation for their own film, how can audiences go in excited? There is very little life here - to Sheen's credit, he is the only real daylight in this whole affair - although you'd think by tweaking the story of the Underworld universe, it would be more than this. Because Kate Beckinsale is gone (a casualty of the chronology of the prequel), there is a new British babe in tight leather, although Rhona Mitra helps prove that not all of Beckinsale's enormous sex appeal is just about how she fills a bodice. Mitra is emotionally immobile in this film.







