Starring: James Franco, Tyrese Gibson, Jordana Brewster, Donnie Wahlberg. Rated PG-13.
Originality
is an admirable quality, but it’s not vital to
the success of a movie. Take Lethal Weapon,
for example – it wasn’t the first movie to take an odd couple and throw them
into a patrol car, but it was one of the finest, thanks to a clever script and
its fleshed-out characters. Then there are lazy retreads that borrow ideas from
better movies and dump them into a lifeless mix of clichés and hackneyed plot
twists.
Annapolis is one such
retread. It takes a simple recipe – a hefty helping of An
Officer and
a Gentleman, with a dash of Rocky for seasoning – and produces a meal that can only be
described as bland. If its cast of stiff-lipped Naval Academy recruits seems
familiar, that’s because you’ve met these characters before, only this time
Richard Gere and Louis Gossett Jr. are played by younger, less charismatic
actors named James Franco and Tyrese Gibson.
Franco, of Spider-Man
fame, is more than competent in the right role, but Annapolis isn’t an ideal showcase for his talents, if only for
its many soporific qualities. (It’s hard to judge a performance when the only
thing keeping you awake is a blaring soundtrack of military drumbeats.) Franco
plays Jake Huard, a wrong-side-of-the-tracks type who wants to please his dad
by attending the Naval Academy. When fate grants him the opportunity, he is forced to learn the value of teamwork and
self-discipline.
It’s a brutal education. If David Collard’s screenplay is to
be believed, Annapolis students learn their most important lessons in the
boxing ring, and it is there that Jake must prove himself before gaining the
acceptance of his peers. Among them: Ali (Jordana Brewster), a sexy drill
instructor whose character strongly recalls Kelly McGillis’ in Top
Gun, and an upperclassman named Cole (Gibson), with whom
Jake immediately butts heads. Conveniently, Cole is also the most feared boxer at
the academy. No points for guessing that the two end up in the ring before all
is said and done.
Luckily, Jake isn't the only misfit at Annapolis – there's
a fat
kid, dubbed “Twins” by his superiors. In a cliché-ridden movie made up of so
many things borrowed and nothing new, it would have been kind of refreshing if
he’d snapped, pulled a Gomer Pyle and wiped out most of his classmates. It would
have been surprising, at least. But there’s no suspense in by-the-numbers
entertainment like Annapolis, just
handsome pin-up models in shiny white suits, doing a whole lot of nothing.