Sometimes ‘And’ can mean alot. You know, like “would you like this chocolate cake and this lovely crisp ten pound note?” or “I’ve just won a holiday to the Bahamas and the Lotto!”
However, it doesn’t always live up to expectations. One such example here would be “And Pierce Brosnan.”
Now don’t get me wrong, I like the man in a Bond/Remington Steele fashion, but there are roles that he really shouldn’t approach, at least, not with any inkling that he will be able to pull it off, even if that role is undemanding and comes with a big, fat pay check that requires little to earn it.
Here he plays (wait for it) The Man. Now The Man in question is a really nothing more than a glorified drug dealer with a new product to flood the market with, starting on a relatively secluded holiday paradise where the real stars of the show (all equally repellent, if we’re honest) are vacationing.
This is pretty formulaic and unoriginal. Gather a group of friends (though quite what they see in each other is questionable, as the script does none of them any favours) together and watch as they enjoy a few days of hedonism and excess of pretty much everything. Mostly the titular Urge, sex and, well, cake.
As The Man says, the only rule about taking the drug is that you can only do it once. The reason why this rule exists is not clear, but you know that the cast assembled are not going to pay a blind bit of notice, a fact The Man appears to rely on. I mean, do you know many drug dealers who will only sell you a drug once? Not a very reliable business model, which these affluent types perhaps should have asked themselves.
Part glib, careless commentary on recreational drug use and part collection of voyeuristic opportunities of beautiful people living vicariously, Urge does look polished enough to attract a certain amount of attention, but its message, such as it is, is somewhat lost in the telling of the stories of the vacuous characters that inhabit it. Engagement is understandably low as few viewers will recognise anything in it to cling to, plot or character based. Arguably the performances are not that bad and convincing enough to make you hate them just enough not to care about their sometimes grisly ends, but Brosnan is clearly the anchor to which the film relies on, and his comical, whilst fully charged,performance is just about as dreadful as the original idea.
One to avoid really. It’s all done in less than ninety minutes and you can see why as the film has so very little to actually say.