Live. Die. Repeat.
An alien race has hit the Earth in an unrelenting assault, unbeatable by any military unit in the world. Major William Cage (Cruise) is an officer who has never seen a day of combat when he is unceremoniously dropped into what amounts to a suicide mission. Killed within minutes, Cage now finds himself inexplicably thrown into a time loop-forcing him to live out the same brutal combat over and over, fighting and dying again…and again. But with each battle, Cage becomes able to engage the adversaries with increasing skill, alongside Special Forces warrior Rita Vrataski (Blunt). And, as Cage and Vrataski take the fight to the aliens, each repeated encounter gets them one step closer to defeating the enemy!Written by Warner Bros. Pictures
Any Tom Cruise movie seems to be extremely predictable: he is unvariably the Chosen One and, as such, he has to save the Humanity, the Earth or at least the America (meaning of course the US of A the rest of Americas can go to hell). This one was supposed to be different but somehow it was the same old Tom with the same old bag of tricks.
Edge of Tomorrow is described by the director himself as “Groundhog Day meets Starship Troopers”. Ehem. Right. My problem with that statement is that Groundhog Day was far more intelligent and Starship Troopers far more imaginative but whatever. I admit that the film’s repeated scenes intentionally paralleling the respawning feature in video games, where players have to start over on a level when their character dies were funny at first. Still, after merely 20-30 minutes of this 113-minute flick I was bored to tears by the same old plot devices even if in this one at the very beginning Tom tried to look like a coward very badly. A charming coward but still. He tried and failed, no surprises here, and show went on toward the normal conclusion: even if you start as the foppish army bureaucrat who has a marketing degree and very little martial training there must be a hero sleeping deep inside you. Of course only if you are a handsome male and a Hollywood movie character.
The plot also featured a female heroine, Rita Vrataski – a kind of hard as nails ‘super soldier’, the only one who managed to outwit the aliens in their own game. Well, if you start to whoop and cheer now please stop. It is not a bow toward feminists or women and of course the movie fails the Bechdel test. Rita’s brilliant, independent career soon proves to be a sham and it seems she exists only to train Cruise…ehem, Cage to battle perfection and then assist him by covering his lovely, firm behind because let’s not forget he is the Chosen One and as such cannot be superseded by anybody, male or female. After Cage and Rita lock lips everything becomes schematic, and crystal clear: yes, she might be a super-soldier and the beautiful, poster-worthy Angel from Verdun (sic!) but he is the real McCoy. And will always be. No exceptions. As you can guess after that sickening scene of kissing (same old, same old) I decided to turn the movie off.
For die-hard fans of Handsome Tom and Hollywood action thrillers. Not for me.