
Way back in the day, S.W.A.T. was criticized for being one of the most violent shows on television during the 1975-76 season. It hardly needs to be said that the world has changed a hell of a lot over the intervening decades. In terms of onscreen carnage the new motion picture S.W.A.T. has not kept up with the times. It seems closer to Die Hard eighties-type movie violence than to the relentless excesses of this summer's Bad Boys 2 for example. Unfortunately we've seen the plot and read the script about a thousand times before. I honestly can't think of a single scene in the movie during which I wasn't thinking about another movie that did the same thing, better.
Every character, every plot twist, every stab-in-the-back, was as familiar as my underwear.
The cast is good enough to make you care in spite of the hackneyed dialogue they toss around like a Frisbee. Colin Farrell's a bundle of nerves like early Cagney, Samuel L. Jackson is like a hip John Wayne, and L.L. Cool J. is a new Dean Martin; he's musical and as quick with a witty quip as he is with the ladies. The rest of the cast all look like really tough fashion models.
For those who must have it, the plot involves the formation of a new L.A. S.W.A.T. team. They go through some training scenes interspersed with scenes of the bad guy. He's Big Important Eurotrash. When he gets arrested, he offers 100 million dollars to anyone who can break him out. Then, within what appears to be a ridiculously short period of time, elaborate plans have been made for his escape, by several different groups. Thank God for S.W.A.T.
It is possible to enjoy this movie. The last half an hour or so is fairly engaging. Still nothing about it exceeded my expectations.


















