The status of the women has been upgraded from the original: the mother's from pushy political wife to an influential senator, and romantic interest Rosie's (Kimberly Elise) from merely 'the girl' to more of a sidekick with an agenda. The updating is also well-timed: it's set during a Presidential election campaign, and Schreiber's cold but pitiable Shaw is the inadequate scion of a powerful political dynasty, a puppet of his ruthless, ambitious mother (Streep, on wicked form) and the corporate interests with which she's chillingly allied. This may not be as sexy or have as much clarity as antagonists who have ideologies - and we could wish the sinister, scheming suits of Manchurian Global (including an underused Dean Stockwell) and the Shaws' liberal opposition (represented by Voight's astoundingly naive senator) were fleshed out a tad more - but it's certainly worrying. This is coupled with the conceivable threat of a multinational corporation stealing minds and souls with a little neurosurgery and microchip implants. Now that the Red Menace is old hat and zombification by hypnosis is cheesy, we have the compelling charge of undermining democracy levelled against a greedy globalist elite. That was in the good old days, of course, when an indictment of party-political machinations and extremism to left and right could be expressed in a nifty æus versus the Commies' tale. The original's plot drew on stories about the brainwashing of Korean War prisoners by the Chinese and the witch-hunting hysteria of the '50s, in which McCarthyites claimed that American government and society had been infiltrated by Communist subversives. The smart, gripping script has been reworked from both Richard Condon's Cold War novel, in which an American soldier was brainwashed to carry out assassinations via hypnotic suggestion, and scripter George Axelrod's sophisticated, faithful adaptation of the 1962 John Frankenheimer film starring Frank Sinatra, Laurence Harvey and Angela Lansbury (who stole the picture as Harvey's memorably monstrous mother although she was only three years older than him). So it's exciting to see an apparently re-energised Jonathan Demme coming back at us with his best feature since The Silence Of The Lambs, a cracking conspiracy thriller that's well-cast, slyly satirical and - as a solid, glossy, contemporised remix of a classic - rings enough creepy changes to surprise. Remakes of celebrated films invite disaster.
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