2.5 stars out of 5
I like to go to the movies after Thanksgiving dinner. Clears my head. This year I wasn’t thrilled with my choices: Zootopia 2, Wicked for Good, Predator: Badlands, and The Running Man. Quickly narrowed it down to Predator and Running Man. I’d never seen the original version of either of them. But since there have been about 37 Predator predecessors, I figured I’d have less trouble with missed back story if I picked The Running Man.
I think I chose wrong.
Lest we think this was simply a paycheck for director/co-writer Edgar Wright, he seems to have been mostly drawn to goofy sci-fi since his Shaun of the Dead debut in 2004. (Though of what I’ve seen, the Sparks Brothers documentary is his strongest work.)
The Stephen King-conceived conceit is solid enough: Contestants on a dystopian game show try to avoid assassins. I would think the way to play this cinematically would be very straight and thrilling. But Wright goes broad, focusing on satirizing TV in the not-too-distant future. What an evil network head Josh Brolin is! That guy will do anything for ratings!
Glen Powell is also problematic. He is not a compelling leading man. We never really feel for him or his quest to win to get his wife and daughter out of poverty, squalor, and illness. So this just becomes an overlong series of set pieces, some more exciting than others, with some very blatant product placement. Sean Hayes is in this for a hot second, Martin “Please Don’t Destroy” Herlihy lasts slightly longer, and William H. Macy too. Colman Domingo gets more screen time, as does Michael Cera in a too-long sequence, and though I was happy to see rising star Emilia Jones show up, it was too little and way too late in The Running Man’s bloated running time.
Jack Silbert, curator