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The newest comic book to be brought to the big
screen is The Punisher, a character that debuted in 1974 as a supporting character
in The Amazing Spider-Man and was soon starring in his own series. As the film explains,
The Punisher is really Frank Castle (Tom Jane of Dreamcatcher
and HBO’s 61*), a former Delta Force Op and FBI special agent who is about
to retire. But on his final assignment, things get out of control and a young man, Bobby Saint,
is inadvertently killed. Unfortunately, Saint is the son of wealthy corrupt businessman Howard
Saint (John Travolta), who vows revenge on those responsible. Once he discovers
Castle is involved, he sends a team to eliminate Castle and his family. Castle survives but
has nothing left to live for except avenging his family’s death.
The Punisher is different from most comic book heroes in that he has no superpowers –
only his intelligence and combat experience. This could make for a very human drama, but
instead first-time director Jonathan Hensleigh (the successful screenwriter
of The Rock, Armageddon, and Die Hard: With a Vengeance) chooses
to focus on the spectacle, not the emotions, of comic book revenge. The violence in the
film is extreme and graphic, and some of the plot points are so unbelievable that my screening
audience laughed. I could forgive implausible scenes in other comic book films like X-Men
and Spider-Man because their characters have superpowers (and thus suspending disbelief
is required), but The Punisher has no such crutch to fall back on. Still, the film
keeps your attention, and for female audience members, the ample views of Tom Jane’s
well-toned torso almost make the film worth watching just for that. But in the end, sitting
through The Punisher feels a little too much like undeserved punishment.
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