Review by Eric Hillis (@hilliseric)
Directed by: Ilya Naishuller
Starring: Sharlto Copley, Tim Roth, Haley Bennett, Danila Kozlovsky
This testosterone-fuelled, sadistic and misogynistic horror show is an endurance test all but the most ardent supporters of GamerGate will fail. Its effects are certainly breath-taking, but rather than asking "How did they do that?", we find ourselves asking "Why did they do that?"
Filming from a first person perspective is nothing new. Ignoring the countless found footage movies that essentially present us with the point of view of whatever character happens to be operating the camera, you can go back to Abel Gance's 1927 epic Napoleon for subjective camera sequences, but a pair of 1947 films noir - Robert Montgomery's Lady in the Lake and Delmer Daves' Humphrey Bogart vehicle Dark Passage - pushed the limits of the form, and in the case of the former, the audience's patience. A multitude of films since have opened with a sequence seen through the eyes of its protagonist or antagonist, from Delbert Mann's amnesia drama Mister Buddwing to horror movies like Dario Argento's Deep Red and John Carpenter's Halloween.
This is the major stumbling block of the majority of found footage horrors, and it's a problem shared by Hardcore Henry, the first large scale action flick shot entirely through subjective point of view, thanks to GoPro cameras mounted on cameramen/stuntmen's heads. We never have any more information than the titular 'hero', so rather than being engaged in the narrative, we become mere onlookers, and it's not a pretty sight.
The basic plot involves Henry waking up in a strange lab where scientist Estelle (Haley Bennett, one of 372 pneumatic blondes to appear in the film, and the only one who isn't either a stripper or a whore) gives him a set of robot limbs before a telekinetic albino named Akan (Danila Kozlovsky), who at first I thought was The Room director Tommy Wiseau in disguise, wreaks havoc. Henry finds himself on the run in Moscow, aided by Sharlto Copley playing a series of cockney-accented, homophobic clones. In a scene that will make or break Hardcore Henry for viewers, Copley sings Sinatra's 'I've Got You Under My Skin' in the guise of various clones; it broke me.