- Critic's Rating - 7.5/107.5/10
It’s…. a car chase movie. It’s a heist movie. It’s a card-game of a movie. During the pretty good opening 20 minutes, it actually promises to be a space version of Howard Hawks’s Only Angels Have Wings. Hard-talking male flyers trade quips with smart female observers.
The film Solo may have had a troubled production. Ron “safe pair of hands” Howard (who directed The Da Vinci Code, ‘Far and Away’ (Shot in Dublin, Ireland, for much of it’s first half), and one of the greatest films EVER made, real-life story ‘Rush’ with Chris Hemsworth and Daniel Bruhl) was brought on after the initial directors , a team of two, fell out with the Production Company who hired them, over artistic differences. But at first it looks as if they’ve really pulled it off.
Young Han Solo (Alden Ehrenreich), who longs to be a pilot, zips about the streets of a dumpy planet with his girlfriend Qi’ra (Emilia Clarke) until circumstance flings him into the Imperial army. Year later, he falls in with a tough crew of hustlers led by Tobias Beckett (Woody Harrelson) and they embark on a scheme to rob barrels of something dangerous for one Dryden Vos (British actor Paul Bettany at his slipperiest) and his dodgy sky-bound cartel.
(Dryden? Beckett? Did someone major in English literature here?)
Qi’ra is here as Dryden’s lieutenant. I don’t know what sort of “lieutenant” dresses as she does at that time of the day. Lieutenant of sex workers, perhaps. What a shame in a film with some very strong, original female characters. Anyway, Qi’ra is dispatched with the gang to keep an eye on them.
Sadly, something goes a bit wrong here, and the film slides off into semi-incoherence.
The joins in the “troubled production” show through as characters spend minutes on end explaining unnecessary details of the plot. The action sequences become increasingly hard to follow. The warring factions mount up like the rival rebellions in Life of Brian. Once Chewbacca returns and we are reunited with the Millennium Falcon, Ehrenreich’s inadequacies as a proto-Harrison Ford become more and more evident.
Don’t get me wrong. He’s a good actor and he fires out the lines better than many contemporaries could manage. But faced with the unenviable (perhaps impossible) challenge of echoing the gorgeous, ex-carpenter cool of Harrison in 1977 he falls short. Who wouldn’t?
Solo is not the disaster that many feared when news leaked out of those firings and hirings. But it’s very much a film of good bits and bad bits. Phoebe Waller-Bridge, creator of Fleabag, has great fun as L3, a robot who yearns for autonomy in a delightful echo of Bender from Futurama.