Rod Lurie’s Lucky Strike stages combat with assurance, but its solitary struggle gives us too little reason to care. Scott Eastwood is a credible action lead, hampered by clumsy dialogue and familiar writing.
Rod Lurie can stage a battle, and Lucky Strike gives us reasons to wish he had found a stronger story to put around one. This is a capable but unpersuasive war thriller, confident in combat and much less convincing when it asks us to care about Castle. At 102 minutes, it still has stretches that feel laboured. More incidents would hardly help when the existing danger has so little lasting effect on our interest.
Lorenzo Senatore’s cinematography does its strongest work in the long battlefield takes. Allowing the action to continue without an immediate cut gives the fighting a continuity that helps the suspense build. We felt tense during these passages because the sustained camera movement kept us caught up in the combat. There is a welcome assurance here: the sequences have enough interest within them to hold our attention without constantly hurrying us towards the next one.
The difficulty comes with Castle’s isolation. The soldiers’ camaraderie gives the film a human interest that the solitary material struggles to replace, and the change puts considerable pressure on Scott Eastwood. He is credible as the centre of the action, but his performance does not make Castle particularly compelling when there is less happening around him. His restraint suits the physical ordeal; the script gives him too little else to work with, and restraint eventually becomes difficult to distinguish from limited characterisation.
Marc Frydman and Rod Lurie’s screenplay is the chief problem. Familiar situations need not be fatal to a survival thriller, provided the dialogue makes the people facing them worth following. Here, clumsy exchanges repeatedly interrupt the involvement that the combat has earned, and the stakes never feel sufficiently strong to sustain the solitary struggle. The writing asks for concern more readily than it supplies reasons for it, leaving Scott Eastwood to carry scenes that need more than a credible physical presence.
Christal Khatib’s editing is more effective within the set pieces than across the film as a whole, where the uneven tension becomes wearing. A suspenseful passage can only do so much when our interest has to be rebuilt afterwards. Larry Groupé’s music and P. Erik Carlson’s production design contribute to an assured production, though neither makes the thinly written ordeal more involving. The technical competence is clear enough that the weaknesses in the dialogue become particularly hard to overlook.
A solitary survival film has an exacting task: it must make the company of one person sufficient. Removing the other soldiers should sharpen our interest in Castle, but here it costs the film relationships that were helping to hold it together. That is a substantial weakness for this kind of thriller, however well the immediate danger is staged. The combat demonstrates the control needed to make the premise work, which makes the less engaging stretches frustrating.
There is enough skill here to keep the film from becoming a chore throughout. The strongest sequences deserve their share of the running time, and Scott Eastwood is not the liability the weakest dialogue might suggest. Even so, we would hesitate to recommend it beyond viewers with a particular appetite for wartime action. Choose it for the combat only if familiar plotting is a price you are prepared to pay.