On the surface, the Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson summer blockbuster vehicle “Skyscraper” and indie dramedy/musical “Hearts Beat Loud” don’t seem to have anything in common.
Dig deeper, and you’ll find nothing.
But dig deeper still, and you’ll discover a common thread: These are films about fathers trying to keep the family unit together. In “Skyscraper,” Johnson, possessing inexplicable superhuman powers, must save his ridiculously perfect nuclear family (himself, his beautiful/smart/badass wife and, of course, a son and daughter) from an insanely tall burning building. In “Hearts Beat Loud,” Nick Offerman, a widower pushing 50 who won’t let go of his rock star dreams, tries to convince his teen daughter to not go, at least for a while, to medical school on the other side of the country while also dealing with an aging mother who needs full-time care.
Johnson (and do I really need to say “spoiler alert” here?) succeeds, while Offerman wins in his own way, learning to let go in a happy ending sort of way.
Let’s save the best for last.
Hand it to The Rock. People like him. He has “it,” meaning charisma on top of charisma. He is big enough and strong enough to kick ass, but in a nice way, one that makes it safe to take kids to his movies. He is the lead in seemingly every other movie released, and though many of them are not good movies, few place the blame on the star himself.
And that’s the case with “Skyscraper.” Johnson does what he can, and then does what no other human could possibly do, but it matters little in a movie that mixes “Die Hard” and “The Towering Inferno” and then disposes of the good parts of those films.
Johnson plays Will Ford, a military veteran working as an FBI hostage rescue team leader until he loses a leg in an explosion. After recovering, he starts a security business, and he wants to take that business straight to the top – literally. Johnson gets the contract to protect “The Pearl,” 225 stories of futuristic skyscraper in Hong Kong, not realizing he is being set up.
The setup part and most everything else to do with the “plot” aren’t the point. Eventually a McGuffin is revealed, but one could argue the whole story is a McGuffin. Cutting to the chase, the skyscraper is set on fire by the bad guys, and Will Ford’s family just happens to be trapped almost 100 floors up.
That’s when The Rock springs into action. Keeping in mind this is a man with a prosthetic leg, he climbs an adjacent tower to get above the fire line (the 96th floor) in the building, the construction of which conveniently has not been finished (because of the bad guys), which is good news for our hero, because it means he has access to such vital tools as ledges, steel beams and a crane.
Ford utilizes them all, and a lot of duct tape and that prosthetic leg to get into the building, defeat the bad guys (with the help of his wife, played by Neve Campbell, who thankfully apparently always carries a pair of scissors in her pockets) and rescue his family. If you doubted the outcome, you probably thought the Washington Generals were going to beat the Harlem Globetrotters.
That the hero can jump great distances, cling to the side of a skyscraper and somehow escape from inside a giant spinning turbine is ridiculous, of course. But so, too, is most everything about “Skyscraper.” Rawson Marshall Thurber, who got his start with “Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story,” wrote and directed, and one would hope that he did so with tongue in cheek or that maybe this was a cheesy homage to action/disaster movies of decades ago. But this film takes itself so seriously (where are the snappy one-liner catchphrases these things usually include?) that any fun or humor seem inadvertent.
Like “Skyscraper,” “Hearts Beat Loud” doesn’t aspire to be great art. But it is infinitely more enjoyable and believable, even if you find it a stretch that Offerman (Ron Swanson from “Parks and Recreation”) could have a hit indie pop song.
Offerman plays Frank Fisher, an aging musician who once made a record but now reluctantly continues to operate a record store in the Red Hook portion of Brooklyn. His daughter Sam (Kiersey Clemons) has dreams of her own, but they involve going to UCLA to study medicine. Sam studies hard despite her father’s best efforts. He insists they have jam sessions, with him on guitar and bass and Sam singing and playing keyboards and operating samplers. Frank recognizes Sam has a gift. Her mother, who was killed a decade earlier in a bicycling accident, had been in a band with Frank. And his mother (Blythe Danner) also had been a singer in her younger days.
The father/daughter jam sessions produce a song, and Frank puts it on Spotify (under the band name We’re Not a Band), where it quickly lands a place on an indie pop playlist. This convinces Frank that his future is in music, and his daughter’s future should be, too. Therein lies the drama part of this dramedy (though the film doesn’t have a lot of laugh-out-loud moments): Sam yearns to be her own young woman while Frank tries to keep her in Brooklyn so they can record more songs and play live gigs, for at least one more year.
The joy in “Hearts Beat Loud” comes mostly from the chemistry between Offerman and Clemons; watching as Sam and Frank switch roles, with her playing the practical adult; and the nearly ever-present music, composed by Keegan DeWitt, which is pleasant like indie pop should be but, like the movie itself, doesn’t offer much along the lines of real substance. The musical climax is a presumably one-off gig on the record store’s final day.
Clemons does her own vocals, and one gets the feeling she could be a real-life pop star if this movie thing doesn’t work out. As Sam, she keeps the door open to a singing career. She goes off to UCLA (while her father takes a job at a friend’s bar and stuffs tips into a jar labeled “Sam’s College Fund”), but she also starts playing small solo gigs in her spare time.
The film benefits from strong supporting roles, including Danner, who gets the movie’s most sentimental scene; Ted Danson as the bar owner who had to give up on his own performing arts dreams; Sasha Lane as Rose, Sam’s girlfriend; and the always great Toni Collette as Frank’s landlady and sort-of romantic interest.
“Hearts Beat Loud” tugs at the hearts strings, but ever so gently and briefly. The dialogue is nice but not particularly deep or clever. This isn’t the type of film that you’ll be discussing with friends for days.
But you will have had a pleasant enough time. And here’s guessing you will have tapped your toes a time or two.