Sometimes a film doesn’t need a great actor. Sometimes a film needs the right actor. For all his Oscars, would Daniel Day-Lewis have made as memorable a character as Arnold Schwarzenegger in The Terminator? For all his limitations, would one replace Jason Statham with Brad Pitt in Crank? No and no. A camel hair jacket may be finer, but sometimes it’s the cotton hoodie that fits right. Even against these icons, though, there may be no greater fit of actor and role and film than Kellan Lutz as Jake Wilde in Java Heat.
Java Heat is what we are blessed with when someone decides that it’s been too long since Final Justice was released. A new generation needs its own ugly, violent American abroad film. Indonesia is the new Malta, Lutz is the new Joe Don Baker and Mickey Rourke is the new Eurotrash villain.
There’s not much to the plot. Lutz’s Jake Wilde has gone rogue seeking the man who killed his brother and others in a bombing. Ario Bayu’s Lieutenant Hashim is investigating the bombing that killed the Sultana. They meet. There is enmity and cultural misunderstandings. The two realize they need each other. Lessons are learned, and villains are murdered. It’s boilerplate.
What about Kellan Lutz? He’s perfect in the role. Jake Wilde, for lack of a better word, is a moron and willing to prove the fact at every possible opportunity. One of his first lines in the film is dismissing batik as Hawaiian shirts. He lies that his name is John Jason Wilde and that he is a graduate student in art from Cornell University. He is very insistent on this Cornell detail and its Ivy League associations. This lie is discovered when Hashim’s wife, who is “good with technology,” does a Google search and finds a clip of a much older John Jason Wilde lecturing on art. Wilde insults nasi goreng, Indonesian fried rice, as full of gluten. He chains a prostitute to a pipe to interrogate her before ducking behind a couch when a death squad fills his apartment with bullets. After successfully jousting a man off his motorbike, Wilde takes the opportunity to turn backward and flip off his fallen foe before promptly crashing his own motorbike into a wall. When the villain pulls the classic “hide behind the hostage” maneuver, Wilde pulls out a shotgun. And he does it all so eagerly with a complete, beguiling lack of self awareness.
To prove that it’s not simply lazy writing, Wilde is juxtaposed against the aforementioned Hashim. Not only does Hashim take pains to correct every one of Wilde’s stereotypes about Indonesia and just educate him in general, but also he also knows Shakespeare and Rambo better than Wilde. There can be no doubt: Wilde is someone to whom Ryan Lochte could feel he’s meeting on an equal playing field.
It’s possible that Lutz is just playing the role as written, but anyone who has seen his performance as Emmett “as you’ll recall from the first movie, is an idiot” Cullen in the Twilight series (which receives a bizarre call out) knows the man has a type. His interviews on Conan and Entertainment Tonight suggest it may be less a type and more the only role he can play. And that’s fine. Kellan Lutz has achieved a sort of perfection in this melding of role and abilities. Very few of us can be so lucky.