Shawn Levy, who directed such lucrative disasters as the Steve Martin remakes of The Pink Panther and Cheaper by the Dozen , has been brought in by Steven Spielberg to make this conflation of The Champ (the 1931 tearjerker about a drunken boxer redeemed by his long-estranged son, Jackie Cooper) and Rollerball , the futuristic action flick built around a violent popular sport.
Anyone familiar with the work of Shawn Levy — the commercialism auteur behind films like Night at the Museum and Cheaper by the Dozen — won’t have their outlook on life remodeled by the revelation that with his latest film, he’s got very little to say.
Almost all movies are underlain by one formula or another, but director Shawn Levy (“Night at the Museum,” “Cheaper by the Dozen”) allows you to see the entire movie stretch before you as plainly as a stretch of West Texas highway from the minute the boy, Max, shows up and is revealed to be a smart-mouthed but lovable scamp.
Alas, Shawn Levy, the genius behind Night at the Museum, The Pink Panther, and Cheaper by the Dozen directed this cynical piece of bathetic crap and his sticky, syrup-coated paws are all over it, from the movie's flat, unimaginative staging to its absolute inability to be non-didactic in its presentation.
Director Shawn Levy, whose box-office hits give critics meltdowns (Cheaper By the Dozen, The Pink Panther, both Night at the Museum movies), puts frisky energy into the fights, especially when Charlie and son take a junk-pile robot named Atom and build him into a contender.
However, the biggest failing of "Real Steel" is that director Shawn Levy, the auteur of such cinematic classics as "A Night at the Museum" and the remakes of "Cheaper by the Dozen" and "The Pink Panther," completely fails at presenting us with a vision of the near-future that is even remotely convincing--one where, to judge by the ordinariness of the surroundings, there appears to have been no other technical innovations of note other than the rapid advancement in giant ass-kicking robot technology, one where, to judge by the astonishment that the shadow function inspires, in which the Wii never existed and one where, to judge by all the blatant product placement shots of it being guzzled by the little brat, Dr. Pepper apparently emerged as the surprise victor of the cola wars.