Young Muslim extremists deliver inflammatory book reports in class and run off crying. Stoic border officers straddle the line between Western redneck and bleeding-heart interventionist. That last type is played by Harrison Ford – call it the Tommy Lee Jones role. Does another actor more thoroughly puncture a movie’s purported humanism than Ford? It’s been years now, and he still can’t get over his presidential butt-kicking thing. In Crossing Over, Ford mutters and clenches his jaw. ‘Well, if you need someone to talk it through with…,’ he tells a longtime colleague mourning the death of a sister. Talk it through? With the replicant?
Because this kind of shameless creeping-thermometer movie demands catastrophic consequences, there’s a convenience-store hold-up, some familial bloodshed and a deportation or two. Several characters tell lies; some get second chances. All in a day’s work? Movies like Crossing Over and Babel aren’t cultural indictments (that requires focus) so much as soft-headed shrugs. Let this be the last of a kind of cloying, paranoid cinema we should all be sick and tired of.
|Stars:||Harrison Ford, Cliff Curtis, Ashley Judd, Sean Penn, Ray Liotta, Alicia Braga, Alice Eve, Jim Sturgess|