It’s the seventy-fifth anniversary of the Allied landings at the beaches of Normandy, the so-called “D-Day” invasions of Operation Overlord that began the final European press toward Hitler’s defeat. Celebrations have raged this year, particularly in France (as one might imagine), and commemorations have been legion. I thought I’d seen all that they’ve had to offer, but little did I know that I would be graced by such a surprise as this: Chuck “The Iceman” Liddell as General Omar Bradley. I don’t even. I can’t even. Amazing. Chef’s kisses all around, kids!
The plot of D-Day, as if the title weren’t quite specific enough, revolves around a particular squad’s activities following the massive landings. This unit is tasked with taking out a set of German guns that would otherwise be a bloody thorn in the side of the invading Allied forces. Insert the usual World War II antics.
So let’s get it out of the way now: This is an Asylum picture. Oh yes, we’ve dipped back into the somehow-still-fertile well of that schlock factory for not a mockbuster, but rather a cheap cash-in on the D-Day memorializations in vogue at the moment. As a result of its provenance, the production is rather, for lack of a more tempered word, cheap. Through and through, in fact. If you remember the crowds featured in Saving Private Ryan and Dunkirk (different time, nearby beaches, same war, I’m counting it as a valid comparison), you’ll wonder where everyone went here. Are these guys late? Did we miss the invasion? Shit, are we early!? No, there’s just no money in the budget for compelling crowds, so we’re stuck with a handful of men on either side of the conflict. Combine this with the usual Asylum chicanery, like digitally-added muzzle flashes, cheap sets and props, and incapable acting, and you’ve somehow watered the war down to one of the more minor skirmishes of the Hatfield-McCoy feud.
Speaking of the acting, this is as good a place as any to mention just how out of place Liddell is as Omar “The Iceman” Bradley, as I’m now referring to the general. He isn’t necessarily as awful as one might expect from an MMA guy with no real acting experience or talent, but he certainly looks strange in every scene he’s in (though, potentially thankfully, that number isn’t very large). He’s stilted in the way that non-actors are when presented with some staged dialogue, and I was expecting some sort of angry grunt from him at any moment. Joining him here is fellow MMA fighter Randy Couture as a major in the rangers, and though he’s more able than Liddell, he still feels off, partially wooden and visibly uncomfortable in his wartime setting. The rest of the cast lacks the pair’s octagon acumen, but they share in the overall stiltedness of the non-actors, just with some occasional flourishes of something approaching naturalism.
Unfortunately for everyone, the script is stock everything, derivative of just about every World War II movie that’s come before. The stakes feel lower than they should, tension is nonexistent, emotions run very low, and never once do you think the whole endeavor is even worth it. Honestly, I only came for the prospect of “Iceman” Bradley, so I suppose I wasn’t disappointed. I’ll say, though, that I did learn about another story of the war, as the plot was indeed based on actual events and servicemen. So, I suppose some potentially forgotten soldiers got a memorial from an unexpected source. I’d’ve asked for a better-constructed one, but the partial motive is laudable enough as is. In the end, this isn’t really worth your time unless you’re really hankering for some WWII action and don’t mind a decided lack of actual action.