‘The Specialist’: a predictable and expendable product with Ryan Gosling

I note that in the promotion of The specialist They highlight that it is directed by David Leitch, author of Bullet Train. I imagine that this is an exciting attraction for a huge number of viewers. It’s not my case. I couldn’t get to the end of it either. Not even the prominence of Ryan Gosling, an appreciable actor to see and listen to, managed to hold me. It seemed like unbearable idiocy to me, with useless pretensions to absurd grace. And I think I also abandoned other famous works by this man without finishing his footage, such as Atomic y Fast & Furious: Hobbs and Shaw. They call what he does spectacular cinema. I love the show, but I imagine that each viewer has a different concept of what a great show entails. I get endlessly bored in the frenetic Marvel universe, the latest installments of the galactic saga, overdoses of superheroes, the endless adventures of Harry Potter (although I celebrate that so many children discover cinema thanks to that tirelessly magical guy) and things like that, always blessed by the box office. But I wish that current adventure cinema was capable of giving birth to films comparable to the beautiful and epic ones The man who could reign, the wind and the Lion or the exquisite baptism of Indiana Jones. But hey, everyone has fun as they want or as they can.

The film, designed and made with ambitions of massive success, offers the lead role to a specialist. They are those legendary people who replace performers doing acrobatic feats, simulating accidents, fighting, flying through the air, exposing themselves to spectacular accidents, frequently risking their lives in a risky profession. They deserve the tribute, but the adventure of one of them described here by David Leitch has little charm for me.

It is routine action cinema, with characters that make me neither cold nor hot. Initially it describes the love story between a specialist who is as professional as he is good people and a camera operator. He will suffer an accident during a shoot that will leave him incapacitated for a long time. They will meet again when she is filming her first film as a director. The still battered stuntman will return to her work with two complicated missions. Find the missing and very moronic male star of that film and resume the story with her old and never extinguished love.

Many exciting things are supposed to happen in this film, which alternates humor and action, that everything is fun, white collar and to the taste of one type of viewer. I see her without the slightest intrigue and it takes me a considerable effort to remember too many things about her.

Everything has a point of parody, the good characters and the perfidious ones. There is continuous movement but I find it tiring, including his jokes and winks. And the director blindly trusts in the charm of Ryan Gosling and his chemistry with actress Emily Blunt. I imagine this gentleman, who specializes in his ravishing eye drops, has it, but I’m generally immune to it. I liked it a lot in Drive, but I almost always find something contrived in it. I don’t belong to his army of fans. And Emily Blunt, whose interpretation of Robert Oppenheimer’s tormented wife seemed very powerful to me, here seems inconsequential, predictable, listless. I can’t get the hang of David Leitch, even though they claim he has it.