Inferno | Little White Lies

Infer­no

11 Oct 2016 / Released: 14 Oct 2016

Words by David Jenkins

Directed by Ron Howard

Starring Ben Foster, Felicity Jones, and Tom Hanks

Two people, a man and a woman, walking together in a corridor. The man wears a dark suit and the woman wears a dark jacket.
Two people, a man and a woman, walking together in a corridor. The man wears a dark suit and the woman wears a dark jacket.
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Anticipation.

It couldn’t possibly be worse than Angels and Demons?

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Enjoyment.

Oh dear lord…

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In Retrospect.

If you find any redeeming features here, do let us know.

Epi­cal­ly stu­pid faux intel­lec­tu­al Euro sleuthing, with Tom Han­ks repris­ing his role as the dullest char­ac­ter of his career.

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, talk, talk, talk, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, talk, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, talk, talk, run, run, run, run, run, explo­sion, wipe brow, repeat. And that’s Infer­no.

It’s peo­ple, run­ning. And then stop­ping. And then talk­ing. And then they run some­where else. And then they talk some more. And then… Then, they run. It makes Nation­al Trea­sure look like a nuanced work of rad­i­cal nar­ra­tive sophis­ti­ca­tion. If you excised all the shots of peo­ple run­ning in Ron Howard’s Infer­no, the film’s entire run time would amount to rough­ly four min­utes. If there’s ever any doubt, or there’s even the mildest inkling that a scene needs a swift kick up the der­rière, the char­ac­ters instant­ly remem­ber that they need to run somewhere.

What’s most galling about a film which con­tains so much run­ning is that it’s all filmed in the most bor­ing way imag­in­able: fast cut medi­um shots and lit­tle-to-no vari­a­tion. There’s also no sense of geog­ra­phy, with Tom Han­ks’ world famous cryp­tog­ra­ph­er Robert Lang­don seem­ing­ly able to tele­port between loca­tions. One minute he and child prodi­gy, Dante schol­ar and med­ical whizz Sien­na Brooks (Felic­i­ty Jones) will be mak­ing a mad dash through an orna­men­tal gar­den. The next, they’ll be seen pok­ing out of a door­way and enter­ing into a plush gallery. It’s not that we need to be shown exact­ly how they get from one place to the next, but there are sure­ly sim­ple stag­ing tech­niques which help to com­mu­ni­cate where peo­ple are in rela­tion to oth­er peo­ple and places. Dra­ma? Anyone?

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run… What is Han­ks doing in this? This is total­ly beneath him. He’s a fine actor, one you draft in when you need the screen filled floor to ceil­ing with nat­ur­al charis­ma, and his char­ac­ter here offers no oppor­tu­ni­ty for that. He’s too busy run­ning, or spout­ing Wiki bombs while stand­ing in var­i­ous Euro­pean tourist hotspots. But as sure as Dan Brown is punch­ing out tawdry pot­boil­ers, Han­ks will be required to get his run­ning shoes on. Robert Lang­don is an awful dullard. You can imag­ine him being a real stick-in-the-mud at fac­ul­ty meet­ings, or the kind of pompous ass you’d go out of your way to avoid invit­ing to a drinks soirée. You’re try­ing to have a light chat about Bake Off, and he’s blath­er­ing on about Botticelli.

But back to the run­ning for a moment. The run­ning in Infer­no is all at the ser­vice of sav­ing the world from a new plague that will infect 95 per cent of the pop­u­la­tion in six to sev­en days. To be frank, the pair don’t run with an urgency reflec­tive of that sit­u­a­tion. It’s more of a work­horse can­ter than a des­per­ate sprint. And nei­ther get out of breath. When their run­ning stint comes to an end and they’ve sneak­i­ly evad­ed their cap­tors once more (blast­ed secret doors every time!), they launch direct­ly into their join-the-dots art cri­tique sleuthing. No clutch­ing of the chest. No sip­ping water. No human fac­tor. This is unfil­tered, dizzy-head­ed tedi­um based on mate­r­i­al riv­en with plot holes the size of a lux­u­ry hotel in Dubai. But if you like see­ing peo­ple run…

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