Action Hero, Bloodied and Beaten
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Action star Jean-Claude Van Damme, playing himself, is taken hostage in Mabrouk El Mechri’s docu-satire JCVD. The setting is Belgium. The scene: a post office/bank. The situation: Jean-Claude Van Damme, Belgium’s native son and now a penniless Hollywood has-been, finds himself caught in two battles: one for custody of his young daughter, the other for his own life. The story begins on a film set with Van Damme in violent form, taking on the bad guys with not only fists and feet, but with a steel pipe, a knife, and don’t forget the grenade. The villains are manhandled during the lengthy take, tossed into cars like putty and dying ignominiously in a variety of ways: one unlucky chap is set aflame, for instance. When the take is complete, a worn-down Van Damme tries huddling with his young, dart-throwing director, telling him, “It’s very difficult for me; I’m forty seven years old; I can’t do shots in one take anymore.” The director couldn’t care less about Van Damme or his gripes. Sure, it would be easier to off the bad guys with a gun, but “not using a gun symbolizes the purity of the character,” according to the director’s assistant. And so Van Damme, once a big time box office draw who kicked butt with spectacular ease, is reduced to the small-time league of the bruised and beaten ‘B’ actor.
After this inglorious introduction, we are taken inside a courtroom, where Van Damme listens to an attorney berate his on-screen antics as evidence against him for custody of his daughter. As the attorney lists Van Damme’s offences, ranging from death by strangulation to “taking out the tibia,” we see that his professional past may have the net effect of endangering his relationship with his kin. These are his thoughts, at least, and of vital importance to him is that the case goes forward. It requires money, of course, to maintain a high profile defense, money he doesn’t have unless he starts beating Steven Seagal to the punch for action-star-roles. With his career a shambles, his star status diminished, and a future with his daughter in question, Van Damme returns to Belgium to pick up the pieces. Instead of putting the pieces back together, however, he steps inside a Belgian bank requesting a transfer and is thrown into the center of a heist where he becomes a pawn to real villains with real guns. Reality is turned upside down and inside out, with Van Damme playing a very unfamiliar, and unglamorous role – that of victim.
Adding another unique twist is the way in which the heist unfolds. Initially, the camera steers clear of the bank; we aren’t shown events that are occurring inside and are led to believe that Van Damme is the villain who has gone postal and taken hostages. Across the street from the chaos, the commissioner and the prefect set up communications in an effort to draw Van Damme out. A large crowd assembles as word spreads that the hunky movie hero may be the perpetrator: he’s already shot a gendarme in the leg and word is out that he’s also wounded a hostage. It’s no movie, no joke. Van Damme, apparently, has lost his mind, and his criminal act is going to cost him dearly – that is, if he survives the SWAT team preparing to storm the bank. Further into the film, El Mechri rewinds events and lets us see the actual heist take place, but this is for the eyes of his audience only. The commissioner, the prefect, Van Damme’s parents, the throngs outside, and all the rest of Belgium are not provided this insight. Van Damme’s struggle is foreign to everyone except the villains in his midst and his fellow hostages.
To watch a once powerful action star cut down to size is high-concept entertainment made possible by virtue of Van Damme’s vulnerable portrayal. No bravado here, just a humbled star in rare form taking a huge risk – and pulling it off.
In French and English with English subtitles,
JCVD is rated R for language and violence and is currently showing at the
Roxy Theatre, Philadelphia.