Baywatch can’t decide what movie it wants
to be. Is it a foul-mouthed, satiric send up of the long-running cheeseball T&A
fest (the easy comparison is 21 Jump Street)? Or is it an
earnest action drama about a ragtag group of lifeguards becoming a family and
saving their beach? The attempt to be both ultimately drags director Seth
Gordon’s (Identity Thief) film down to drown in the watery
depths.
Baywatch begins with a gloriously
over-the-top scene of Mitch Buchannon (Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson taking over
the mantle from David Hasselhoff) leaping into action to save a wayward
beachgoer. Behind him, the title literally erupts from the water as dolphins
dance in the sky. This is a man who rules the beach. Every morning, a dude
shows up to erect a new sand sculpture of the heroic lifeguard—though the pecs
and dick could be bigger.
When Baywatch sticks to this—mainly, The
Rock doing that fast-talking wise-ass shtick he does so well, which is really
just an extension of the skills honed as a professional wrestler—it’s super
fun. You don’t get anything unexpected, and the crude humor isn’t everyone’s
double chocolate protein shake, but it’s a reasonably good time.
But two huge issues turn Baywatch from a
fun summertime romp into a tedious slog. First, the plot manages to be both
convoluted and overstuffed at the same time it’s paper thin. Second, it’s
brutally overlong.
The story primarily revolves around Matt Brody (Zac Efron),
a disgraced former Olympic swimmer, joining the Baywatch team as a PR win.
Mitch, of course, disagrees with this move, and has to teach Brody, who’s
defining character traits are his inability to work as part of a team and his
chiseled abs, how they do things on this beach. (I joked in advance that, good
or bad, my Baywatch review was just going to be a video of me
doing sit-ups and weeping; I really need to get to the gym.)
In the more comic scenes, Mitch and Brody’s back and forth
bickering delivers what all the marketing promises: lots of ball talk and
smart-ass macho posturing. But holy shit, interspersed into all of the shenanigans
and wackiness, over-serious, heartfelt scenes try to make Brody grow as a
person only to bring the pace to a shrieking halt and kill any forward
momentum. Knowing the script has six credited writers, it makes a great deal of
sense that the finished product winds up a complete tonal mishmash that flip
flops between light and breezy, overly dramatic, and near-gritty action (?)
from one scene to the next.
And I haven’t even started with the primary antagonist,
Victoria Leeds (Priyanka Chopra), a drug-dealing real estate developer who has
her own drawn-out plan to privatize the beach. It’s seriously the plot of an
‘80s teen movie where a scrappy group of underdogs have to save the beach from
the rich kids. But that doesn’t even really kick in until like an hour deep
into a movie that’s almost two hours long for some damn reason.
While the script spends most of its time time on the central
bromance, no one else has anything else to do. Especially the female characters,
who are somehow less integral to the plot than in the series. Alexandra Daddario plays Summer (Nicole Eggert’s role on the show), who gets a few fun
moments tormenting Brody, but little else. Baywatch enlists
Kelly Rohrbach to fill out Pamela Anderson’s CJ Parker role, which primarily
consists of giving Jon Bass’ Ronnie a boner. Ronnie, himself, exists chiefly to
get boners and be the schlubby comic relief amidst the slow-motion-running
hardbodies, a task that grows tedious after a scene or two. And Ilfenesh
Hadera’s Stephanie Holden has like three lines and disappears for the bulk of
the movie. Any of these characters could be excised without losing anything
substantive.
I get that we’re updating Baywatch here,
and I don’t expect well-rounded characters, intricate storytelling, or a ton of
insight into the human condition. It has one thing it needs to do well, and
that’s be funny. At least when The Rock is on screen, it largely accomplishes
this. But any time he’s absent, it’s painful to watch—the other characters are
even less interesting without him to bounce off, and it’s readily apparent that
his charisma drives everything.
Baywatch tries to have it multiple ways.
It wants to be a slow-motion jiggle party like the original, but also a self-aware
send up of the campy TV series. It wants to be goofy and fun, but have an
earnest emotional core. It wants to be light and fluffy, but also action-packed.
In trying to be everything, it fails to accomplish anything aside from a few
thin chuckles, and the result looks a lot like a bloated corpse that washed up
on the beach. [Grade: C-]
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