Friday, 04/29/05

Ice Cube is as cool as can be in 'XXX' sequel

The sequel to The Fast and the Furious proved there is box-office life after Vin Diesel. The sequel to Pitch Black indicated Hollywood might be better off without him when it comes to follow-up films.

Diesel stuck around for The Chronicles of Riddick, the Pitch Black addendum that flopped, while he decamped for 2 Fast 2 Furious, a hit despite his absence.

Now Ice Cube fills in for Diesel in XXX: State of the Union, the next installment in the franchise about a National Security Agency program to recruit the baddest of bad boys for the baddest of assignments.

The new movie is as preposterously plotted and outrageously combustible as the 2002 original, so action fans will come away with their fire-and-brimstone quotient well sated.

And those tired of Diesel fumes will find Ice Cube a refreshing proxy. Not that the sequel is anything close to a good movie, but Cube is a more personable presence and better actor than Diesel, while still retaining the smoldering stoicism the world has come to expect of its XXX operatives.

Samuel L. Jackson's return in a beefed-up role as puppet-master of the XXX brand and Willem Dafoe's recruitment as a traitor intent on taking over the presidency theoretically gussy up the sequel.

Masked infiltrators come gunning for Augustus Gibbons (Jackson), leaving his underground XXX headquarters a massacre scene. Because of the assailants' super-advanced gadgets, Gibbons naturally concludes the attack came from a faction within his own government. (Why should the filmmakers let unsubstantiated leaps of logic get in the way of blowing things up?)

Gibbons decides he needs to go even further off the grid for his next XXX agent to help find the perpetrators; Diesel's character is unsentimentally done away with through references to his death in Bora Bora.

Stepping in is imprisoned former Special Ops hotshot Darius Stone (Cube), whom Gibbons busts out of jail and sets on the track of hawkish Defense Secretary Deckert (Dafoe) as he conspires against the peacenik president (Peter Strauss). Drawing on his military training and ghetto roots, Darius crosses paths with friends and foes.

Director Lee Tamahori (Die Another Day) piles on so much destruction, it muffles the many absurdities in the fuzzy story as the action builds to a showdown during the State of the Union address between Deckert's thugs and Darius' ragtag allies.

The excess of the climactic chase scene involving a presidential bullet train is made even more cartoonish by phony digital effects and Darius' outrageous pursuit in the ultimate muscle car.

Just as outlandish are the movie's shallow stabs at commentary on international politics. Just what world is Strauss' president, apparently the Woodrow Wilson of his time, living in when he says the United States must end its isolationism? Have the filmmakers read a newspaper or watched CNN in the last few years?

The movie sets up a potential turnstile series of sequels featuring a new lead actor each time, closing with banter on what sort of person is needed for the next XXX agent.

Our vote: Martha Stewart. A real jailbird could do wonders remodeling the franchise.