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'The Kingdom' Posits CSI: Riyadh with a Jamie Foxx Twist 

Peter Berg sends Foxx to fight the enemy over there

Wednesday, Sep 26 2007

The Kingdom is the first film from Peter Berg since the actor-turned-director's Friday Night Lights, which spawned an acclaimed, if struggling, franchise for NBC. There will be no small-screen spinoff of The Kingdom — there are too many corpses lying around to populate a sequel, much less a series. Besides, it would be redundant: The Kingdom is essentially CSI: Riyadh, starring Jamie Foxx in yet another movie his Oscar statue will watch with shame (though with slightly less shame than when Stealth comes on cable).

The Kingdom is being released in a season heavy with dramas critical of the Iraq war, chief among them Rendition, a Reese Witherspoon/Jake Gyllenhaal vehicle about the imprisonment of innocent Arabs; Brian De Palma's Redacted, about crimes committed by U.S. troops; and Paul Haggis' In the Valley of Elah, about the toll war takes on child-soldiers sent to the slaughter. On some weird level, The Kingdom wants to be treated as seriously as those entries: There is a pre-opening-credits animated sequence that attempts to explain the United States' dependency on Saudi oil in less than two minutes and includes a cartoon plane flying into the World Trade Center to remind the audience that most of the hijackers on Sept. 11, 2001, were in fact Saudi. Berg has enough sense and taste to cut to black before impact.

But aside from the occasional murmured reference to Iraq and the so-called War on Terror, The Kingdom is little more than a run-of-the-mill kill-'em-all fuck-you — a film in which the good guys (which is to say, the white guys plus Foxx) spend two hours tracking down the bad guys (which is to say, the brown guys). It intends to boil the audience's blood within minutes, as dozens of U.S. citizens — all oil workers, naturally, living in a Saudi compound — are machine-gunned and blown to smithereens by jihadists who've infiltrated the police force. There are countless images of dead children and their grieving parents; Berg, whose directorial style could best be described as anxious, wants us demanding our pound of flesh before the end of the first reel.

And so in comes the cavalry, an FBI investigative team consisting of Ronald Fleury (Foxx), the commanding officer who finagles his way into Saudi Arabia without the attorney general's OK (Danny Huston is the AG — as if), and a cast of other replaceable parts whose only definable tasks are to shoot or get shot at. I spent 45 minutes wondering precisely what it is Jason Bateman and Jennifer Garner's characters are doing in Saudi Arabia and came up completely empty. By the time Bateman finally gets kidnapped and threatened with the world's most prolonged beheading, and Garner picks up a machine gun and starts looking for Bateman's kidnappers, I realized: That's what they are doing there — playing Cowboys and Indians for million-dollar paychecks, trying their best not to look as stupid as they come off in a movie bereft of a brain.

Chris Cooper knows what he's doing here, and it's acting like Chris Cooper — tough as nails and hard as a hammer in a soft, silly part. He's the FBI guy down in the muck, getting dirty while he pieces together the clues to a mystery everyone already knows the answer to. The bomber is identified early on, so the movie's one-track mind is only about finding him. At least every episode of Law & Order contains one gotcha twist; not The Kingdom, which is Berg and writer Matthew Michael Carnahan's attempt at identifying and finding Osama bin Laden — or his cinematic counterpart — and sticking a machine gun up his robe-wearing ass. Here's one new movie set in the Middle East that Bill O'Reilly can get behind: If he's brown, says this macho manifesto, gun him down.

There is, of course, one good Saudi here: Ashraf Barhom as the police chief who frowns upon his superiors' taste for torture and welcomes the Americans while others denounce their arrival as imperialist interference. But for all the affection the filmmakers claim to have for their pedestrian hero, he's little more than a sacrificial lamb — a noble pawn who quickly finds that, to the Americans, he's no Jason Bateman.

The Kingdom is bloated and dumb — the kind of movie in which Jeremy Piven shows up as a government lackey who might as well be named Ari Gold and Frances Fisher appears as a Washington Post reporter who does Foxx a favor that might be considered unethical were it not so unbelievably confusing. It's all so much noise and nonsense — a hateful waste, adding nothing to the dialogue about war, loss, sacrifice, and intolerance save for the yippees and hell-yeahs. And the last two minutes are downright execrable — an excuse masquerading as an explanation for the ever-growing pile of corpses in movies that pretend to say something real about life and death.

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