It’s strange looking up Guy Pearce because his filmography suggests that he’s kept himself busy over the last decade, with films just about every year and loads of nominations for various awards, but I would have sworn that I hadn’t seen him in anything of substance for a decade. Clearly my mind is playing tricks on me, on account of hating me, but there were a few years there with LA Confidential and Memento in which it seemed like he was going big places. And then The Time Machine and The Count of Monte Cristo happened and we buried Pearce in the part of our brain that looks like the warehouse in Raiders of the Lost Ark.
Once “Burn Notice” started, I always thought of Jeffrey Donovan as sort of a low rent version of Pearce, but then as the years piled on the roles reversed so that Pearce was that great actor from a decade ago that looks just like the guy from “Burn Notice.” And what do you know, Pearce is making his comeback in science fiction, with roles in Prometheus (or at least some memorable advertising for it) and now Luc Besson’s Lockout. Being incredibly biased towards science fiction of all types, I can heartily get on board the notion that it should be a vector for somewhat faded great actors and directors to getting back on track.
In any case, Lockout is set in a grungy future in which prisoners take over an orbital prison station and Pearce is sent in to sort things out and get punched in the face. It looks like Die Hard, except in space, and with Michael Weston. And there is nothing about that sentence of which I do not approve.
We’ve got a teaser trailer:
And a scene from the film:
I cannot be the only one who during those was waiting for a pause and a Michael Weston voice over about how “When a spy gets in a fight in an anti-gravity chamber…”