Kevin Costner fills ‘3 Days’ with both levity, heft
Kevin Costner and director McG are plunged into the madcap mayhem of Monsieur Luc Besson in 3 Days to Kill, a serio-comic thriller about mortality, murder for hire and fatherhood.
This being a Besson script and production, it’s also about car chases and epic shootouts, torture played for sadistic laughs, Paris locations and Peugeot product placement.
Besson, who morphed into a producer after The Professional and before The Transporter, gives Costner the full Liam Neeson in Taken treatment, cashing in on a career of cool in a movie that moves almost fast enough to keep us from noticing how scruffy, discomfiting and absurdly over-the-top the whole thing is.
Costner is Ethan, a veteran CIA agent diagnosed with cancer. But his new control agent, a vamp named ViVi and played to the stiletto-heeled hilt by Amber Heard, wants him to finish one last massacre — taking out a nuclear arms dealer and his associates in the City of Light.
The carrot? She has an experimental drug that might give Ethan longer to live. And that could mean more time with his estranged wife (Connie Nielsen) and the daughter he barely knows, played by True Grit teen Hailee Steinfeld. They live in Paris. The girl doesn’t know what Dad does for a living, or that he’s dying. She’s a teen. She probably wouldn’t care.
McG (Charlie’s Angels, We Are Marshall) stamps his signature on Besson’s Euro-action vision with running gags. “Dad” keeps trying to get his rebellious teen to ride this cool purple bike he brought her. Her ringtone on his phone is “I Love It (I Don’t Care),” which always goes off just as he’s about the rip a guy’s armpit hair off with duct tape. Everybody’s always trying to high-five Ethan, and the French, Germans and others he runs into keep calling him “Cowboy.”
Ethan’s clueless about how to deal with a teen, so he’s always stopping the torture to ask one underworld guy (Marc Andreoni, funny) how to cope, what to do, how “to balance work and family.”
Heard — all lipstick and lingerie, long eyelashes and leatherwear — has little to do here, something of a waste. Steinfeld’s Zoey is a bit of a drama queen, but not a caricature of one. She is one transgression after another, which Ethan seems loathe to punish and unable to reign in.
Besson co-wrote the script, and he works in shots at absentee parents, lazy French cops and a legal system that allows cute African squatters more rights to Ethan’s apartment than he has. But that turns out to be a warm and fuzzy cul de sac, one of many in this movie, which veers from shocking shootouts to rank sentiment.
Ethan’s illness is forgotten for long stretches, but Costner, a hacking, weathered study in wrinkles and violence, never lets on that the whole affair is more of a lark than Taken ever was. A canny touch is the old-fashioned split-screen opening credits, scored to the old R&B tune “Old Man Trouble.” It fits.
Daft and sloppy as it is, 3 Days rarely fails to entertain. From the bike-riding lessons on Montmartre to dopey interrogation of the Italian “Accountant,” interrupted for a marinara sauce recipe, it’s all part and parcel of the madness of Besson, From Paris, With Love — filtered through McG and slapping a new stamp of “cool” on aging Oscar winner Costner.
3 Days to Kill
Rated PG-13, 113 minutes.