“Ant-Man” has been skittering around the development corridors of Hollywood so long, the earliest unproduced screenplays about the tiny superhero actually preceded the Disney film “Honey, I Shrunk the Kids.” That was another age (1989), decades before our present Age of Ultron – an epoch of expensive cheap thrills dictated by the steady, crushing rollout of so many Marvel movies that even the good ones start to seem like ants at an endless picnic.
But wait. The “Ant-Man” we have now before us, half-an-inch tall and played by genial, skillful Paul Rudd, turns out to be better company than you’d think possible in a multi-strand franchise lousy with corporate directives.
The plot’s the same old thing. Mad, mad, mad, mad science; imminent apocalypse; parent/child issues; blah blah blaggidy blah. The tone of “Ant-Man,” however, is relatively light and predominantly comic. Those who feel they need a break from the numbing destruction of the “Avengers”/”Captain America” movies will likely enjoy it.
“Ant-Man” is a frisky hybrid – part “Land of the Giants,” part heist film a la “11 Harrowhouse,” but with Rudd leading an army of ants against the villain, Yellowjacket, played by the excellent character actor Corey Stoll. The set-up finds burglar Scott Lang (Rudd) getting released from three years in San Quentin. His ex-wife, Maggie (Judy Greer, never in a role big enough for her talent), has custody of their daughter (Abby Ryder Fortson). The stepfather figure in the girl’s life (Bobby Cannavale) is a sympathetic cop who doesn’t like Lang’s rap sheet and wonders if he’ll continue his life of crime.
Lang and his old pals (Michael Pena chief among them) learn of a safe inside a mansion belonging to some old rich crank, just begging to be robbed. The crank is one Hank Pym (Michael Douglas, solid if a little dull), whose big secret involves something called the Pym Particle. This enables humans to shrink down to ant size and then back up to human size, in a flash. Pym targets Lang for the next phase of the experiment, conducted with the surly but charismatic help of Pym’s daughter Hope (Evangeline Lilly).
The shrink gimmick of “Ant-Man” is simple and fetching. It may appeal to the younger segment of the Marvel audience more so than the jaded older teenagers and adults accustomed to wearying mass slaughter and entire cities being lifted up in the sky. The climactic smackdown between Rudd and Stoll takes place largely on a toy train set, and when director Peyton Reed cuts away from the close-up action to longer shots, the effect is very funny, as if a pair of invisible preteens were knocking around a Thomas the Tank Engine, happily.
We’ll never know how much of what works in “Ant-Man” relates to the input of Edgar Wright (“Hot Fuzz,” “The World’s End,” “Scott Pilgrim vs. the World”), the first director assigned to the movie. Reed (“Down with Love”) replaced Wright, though Wright retains producer and co-screenwriting credit, along with Joe Cornish. The second credited writing team, Adam McKay and Paul Rudd, presumably took things in a direction more pleasing to the Marvel folks while adding a few more jokes. Plus heart! Can’t forget the heart. Also there’s a cameo from a back-bench “Avengers” superhero setting up Ant-Man’s future screen appearances.
Time will tell whether a movie such as “Ant-Man,” in which conventional firearms are so rewardingly irrelevant, can find a big audience. But it’s more fun than “Avengers 2.”
Cast: Paul Rudd, Michael Douglas, Judy Greer, Corey Stoll, Evangeline Lilly
Director: Peyton Reed
Length: 117 minutes
Rating: PG-13 (sci-fi action violence)
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