Hard to believe, but what The Rock has been cooking is a WWE-style remake of the 1973 Joe Don Baker redneck exploitation flick Walking Tall. The former wrestling star trades in his skimpy tights for a pair of jeans and a leather jacket as Chris Vaughn, an ex-soldier who returns to his rural Washington hometown to find that the place has been defiled by a casino peddling drugs, violence, sex, and any other vice a corrupted heart might crave. After being beaten to within an inch of his life by casino thugs—and then discovering that his nephew has nearly overdosed on crystal meth purchased from the gambling house—Vaughn sets about laying the smackdown on the establishment’s slimy owner (a squinty Neal McDonough). Like its cinematic predecessor, director Kevin Bray’s film purports to be based on the real-life tale of Tennessee lawman Buford Pusser, but his story (patched together by four screenwriters) is predominantly cut from a run-of-the-mill righteous revenge fantasy cloth. Bray dispatches with most of the campy elements that made Baker’s star-making vehicle such a hoot—all those point-blank assassination attempts; the trailer-trash hookers; a pre-pubescent Leif Garrett—and thus we’re simply left with The Rock’s routine body slams and clotheslines. Vaughn eventually decides that if the law won’t help him, he’ll become the law, and sets about righting wrongs as the town’s new sheriff with his trusty two-by-four and a comedic-relief side-kick, Ray (Johnny Knoxville). Vaughn’s interracial heritage makes him the fulfilled promise of the original film’s endorsement of racial tolerance, but despite its supposedly noble attack on drugs, gambling and pornography, Walking Tall doesn’t uniformly practice what it preaches. Between The Rock’s head-butting antics and the camera’s eroticized gawking at Vaughn’s stripper girlfriend, Deni (Ashley Scott), it’s difficult not to catch a whiff of musty Hollywood hypocrisy. Although The Rock continues to exude superstar likeability in yet another underwritten role, the sight of him (a muscle-bound he-man) and Scott (a platinum-blond model) pretending they’re at home in small-town America strains even this ridiculous film’s credibility. He may be a buff whirlwind of vengeance, but the miscast Rock never comes close to matching Joe Don Baker’s sweaty, ungainly, force-of-nature hick heroism.
- 86 min
- Kevin Bray
- Channing Gibson, David Klass, Brian Koppelman, David Levien
- The Rock, Neal McDonough, Johnny Knoxville, Ashley Scott, John Beasley, Barbara Tarbuck, Kristen Wilson, Khleo Thomas, Michael Bowen
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