Deepwater Horizon isn’t really an action-adventure film, or a disaster movie. Not quite. Rather, it’s a horror film. It’s about a struggle for survival against an implacable, relentless foe. Or foes, really: the pent up energy of billions of barrels of oil beneath the ocean floor on the one hand; callous corporations on the other.
It’s an old story, tried and true and not yet tired: that of an outsider, or several of them, coming to town to defeat evil and protect the innocent from the wicked. The Magnificent Seven is of course a remake of The Magnificent Seven, itself a remake of Seven Samurai, but it could just as easily be a remake or a reimagining or a reboot of Shane or Tombstone or High Noon or Rio Bravo or Open Range or any number of classic and modern westerns.
Chris Pine is a man born slightly out of time: In a different era, he could have been a Harrison Ford- or Mel Gibson-style megastar, equally capable of inducing excitement and laughter in audiences through sheer force of personality. In this era, he’ll have to settle for being one of our more interesting A-list actors, anchoring huge franchises and smaller pictures within weeks of each other.
Jason Bourne (Matt Damon) looks old. Or maybe weathered is a more appropriate term: his skin tone matches the desolate, sandy camp in which we see him first. He’s been traveling the backwaters of Europe winning bare-knuckle boxing bouts with one-punch power, like a spec-ops Pikey. He is punishing himself for his sins, and trying to regain the memories his government took from him and set right his wrongs.