If you took No Escape for a light action movie, something like a flick in which Liam Neeson would beat up villainous cartoon foreigners, you are forgiven. That's certainly the way the film has been marketed. Plus, it stars Owen Wilson and Lake Bell, comic actors known for lighthearted snark and offhand insouciance. What else could be on offer but popcorn violence?
At 15 minutes into No Escape, we've seen the Dwyers, of Austin, Texas, arrive in an unnamed Asian country. Jack (Wilson) is an engineer, and he has moved his family – wife Annie (Bell) and little girls Beeze (Claire Geare) and Lucy (Sterling Jerins) – here to work on a project that will bring clean drinking water to "the fourth world," as he jokingly calls it. On the morning after they arrive and have settled into their four-star hotel, they wake up to discover that the phones are down, the TV isn't working and there isn't even any Internet. So Jack goes out to find a newspaper and gets caught up in the beginnings of a bloody revolution.
Now, that could be a setup for Taken: Southeast Asia, but this is presented – by the brother filmmaking duo of John Erick and Drew Dowdle – not as action but as drama. Jack is not supposed to be seen as a badass kicked into heroic overdrive but as an ordinary guy terrified out of his mind. And I suddenly realized: No Escape wants to be Something Serious. Maybe not The Killing Fields, but certainly bordering on prestige drama.
The movie cannot hope to achieve that goal, however, because it doesn't have the least bit of interest in making any Asian people characters in the story, and it has almost no sympathy for their completely justifiable anger, which has to do with the Western corporate colonialism Jack's company represents (they're in the country for profit, not charity). It's also almost beyond belief that Jack could be as ignorant of his employer's objectives as he professes to be, which does rather undercut the sympathy we're intended to have for him and his family, who now have to get the hell out of Dodge without being slaughtered (they get a bit of help from Pierce Brosnan's shady covert operative). Sure, no one wants adorable little girls to be butchered in the streets ... but adorable little girls are dying from cholera, and they're nowhere to be found here.
However, if you can get past the cultural narcissism that Western corporate colonialism is only an issue when it impacts a nice, white, rich American family, No Escape is enjoyably intense, though much closer to the level of the horror genre that the Dowdle brothers usually work in. I'm not sure how plausible much of it is – the bit about the American embassy seems unlikely – but I found myself gripping my seat and holding my breath more than once.
The kids are realistic children subjected to and coping with realistic trauma as they face life-or-death danger; it is not the stuff of popcorn violence. Poor Bell doesn't have a whole lot to do beyond playing the fretting mother, though she's very good in what is her first wholly dramatic role that I'm aware of. And it's startling how unexpectedly fierce Wilson can be, and how easy it is to accept him in a non-comedy performance when he drops his trademark drawl, which is nowhere in earshot here. I never realized how much that was a part of his comedic presence. If for nothing else, the chance to be intrigued in a whole new way by two likable actors makes No Escape worth the time
