After living most of her life hiding out in the arctic with her father (Eric Bana) a genetic experiment to create the perfect soldier (Saoirse Ronan) hits puberty, and decides to enter society and hunt down the government official (Cate Blanchett) who killed her mother. This is very, very, almost comically arty. Director Joe Wright refuses to let a single shot pass by on screen without some sort of pointless artistic festoonery. All this pretension for what is essentially a hollow and ridiculous action film with very little action. I'm not sure what Wright was aiming for here. Was he trying to validate the action flick by cramming production design into every inch of every frame? Perhaps if he focused more of his attention on fixing the moronic script and hiring a dialect coach (and better hairdresser) for Blanchett this would've been less laughable. When high-minded intentions are applied to pulp material, it can create a masterpiece (John Boorman's Point Blank, for example). But nothing can dress up this turd. Thirty years from now, this may, may become a cult film. The more likely scenario is that it'll be consigned to the bargain bin of camp.
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