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Review: Cellular

David R. Ellis’s proficient direction helps sustain a consistently frantic, tense pace.

Photo: New Line Cinema

Ever answer your cellphone without first checking to see who’s calling? Me neither, but Ryan (Chris Evans), an irresponsible, undependable young stud in sunny California, apparently picks up no matter who rings his number. When a surprise caller turns out to be Jessica Martin (Kim Basinger), a biology teacher who’s been kidnapped by unknown thugs and has miraculously rewired a smashed phone to make this desperate call, Ryan’s carefree day of chilling on the boardwalk and wooing his ex-girlfriend (Jessica Biel) turns into a heroic free-for-all as he races to save the mysterious damsel in distress, her young son, and her husband from their murderous captors. Sound plausible? Of course not, and thankfully, David R. Ellis’s vigorous Cellular doesn’t bother attempting to smother its ludicrousness with a coat of realism.

Sleek, efficient, and devoid of pretense—unlike most of its box-office brethren, this thriller brazenly revels in delivering basic genre kicks—the film traces Ryan’s frenzied L.A. odyssey as he zooms across the city attempting to track down Jessica on a mobile phone that’s constantly threatening to lose its connection or peter out as a result of low battery power. Throughout, improbabilities piggyback on top of one another faster than Ryan can change stolen vehicles, from Ryan’s exceptional ability to successfully navigate vehicles through both oncoming highway traffic and a crowded construction site (not to mention a chain-link fence) to his lack of hesitation in flashing a pistol as a means of getting a store salesperson to sell him a phone charger. By the time Basinger has utilized her scholarly knowledge of the human body to thwart a would-be attacker, my eyes were thoroughly exhausted from excessive rolling. Yet one’s incredulity at the narrative’s absurd twists and turns (scripted by Chris Morgan from an idea by Phone Booth scribe Larry Cohen) doesn’t preclude enjoying the film’s substantial pleasures.

Ellis’s proficient direction helps sustain a consistently frantic, tense pace, and though Ryan’s bravery seems preposterous and out of left field, Evans proves himself to be a sufficiently charismatic leading man. While Basinger is given little to do other than sob violently and utter breathy, urgent protestations into a makeshift telephone, her portrait of desperate maternal hysteria is immeasurably more tolerable than her dreadfully affected turn as a grieving mother in the appalling The Door in the Floor. Jason Statham (as the lead kidnapper) and William H. Macy (as a cagey retiring cop) fill out their less-than-fully-realized roles with workmanlike vigor, and Rick Hoffman is amusingly smarmy as an arrogant, sarcastic lawyer whose brand new Porsche roadster is twice hijacked by Ryan. Yet at the end of the line, it’s Ellis’s dedication to providing an unrelenting series of shamelessly silly—but nonetheless entertainingly taut—B-movie set pieces (roaring car chases, public shootouts, abundant races-against-time) that makes the ridiculous Cellular ring.

Cast: Kim Basinger, Chris Evans, William H. Macy, Jason Statham, Eric Christian Olsen, Rick Hoffman, Richard Burgi, Eddie Driscoll, Jessica Biel Director: David R. Ellis Screenwriter: Chris Morgan Distributor: New Line Cinema Running Time: 95 min Rating: PG-13 Year: 2004 Buy: Video, Soundtrack

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