Gina Carano could kick your ass. I don’t care who you are. This girl makes the boys from 300 look like a chorus line. She chokes Michael Fassbender with her thighs. She leaves Ewan McGregor to die under a rock. She even makes a Steven Soderbergh movie worth watching. You don’t need to suspend your disbelief when she launches into action. Unlike that string bean Angelina Jolie; Gina does all her own stunts. She’s a Mixed Martial Arts champion, from Dallas County, Texas. Her demeanour is soldierly, through and through. In Haywire, her mission is to beat the crap out of male movie stars. She does so with aplomb. As the tagline says, “They left her no choice.” This girl was born to get into fights.
The bio-pic is a bastard genre. You can’t make a good movie if there’s no answer to: why now? Movies are meant to be about the most exciting/meaningful/life-changing moment in a protagonist’s life. If you choose to tell the story of your protagonist’s whole life; where’s the rub? Steven Soderbergh has clearly thought about this dilemma before making Che: Part One. Structurally the movie has rigour; it focuses on the event that led to Che becoming a famous syllable. But Che: Part One is another in a long line of failed bio-pics because it can’t answer another question: why should you care?