Poffy
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Überhip
Ünderworld.
by
Jon Dunmore © 26 Nov 2006.
Embedded
in the canon of hip street-thuggery, there
is Scorcese's GOODFELLAS, there is Tarantino's PULP FICTION, there
is Ritchie's SNATCH
- all periodically panned for their filmic stylings, yet garnering indirect accolades
through their wealth of imitators - but if there is such a thing as "too
hip," Paul McGuigan's LUCKY NUMBER SLEVIN would be choking on its
own faux street cred. Sidling
past the grandmasters of urban cool, SLEVIN embraces its influences and
tilts shamelessly at the zenith of Thug Hip.
Sometimes
it works, as when danger men like Bruce Willis (as hired gun, Mr. Goodkat) or
Sir Ben Kingsley (as crime kingpin, The Rabbi) orate Urban, but sometimes it flails
for credibility, as when Morgan Freeman (as opposing kingpin, The Boss) tries
to convince he's Bad, or when Boy Hartnett (as title character, Slevin) tries
to convince he's Hard. The
impeccable Stanley Tucci, as the testy New York cop, edges into hip with his seedy,
malign temperament, yet is canceled out by Lucy Liu as the Girl Next Door (why
doesn't the Girl Next Door ever look like Janeane Garofalo?), whose contribution
to hip is a slavish adherence to Gap-generation mismatched clothes; as titillating
yet irritating as a GND usually is, Liu's presence is an obvious gratuitous intercourse
waiting to happen. Oh, and we need The GND for Implausible Happy Ending Protocol. There's
a sarcasm at work in the title, for at first glance, Slevin (Josh Hartnett) is
anything but lucky, being mistaken for the guy whose apartment he is crashing
in and whisked
off with a twice-broken nose (with nary but a bath towel betwixt him and primal
exposure) to visit two of the crime bosses of New York City, and told that he
owes them both large. The Boss makes a deal with Slevin to cancel his debt in
return for a favor: assassinating The Rabbi's son. But Slevin is not the low-rent
thug they think he is
And hitman Goodkat is skulking around, seemingly hired
by both The Boss and The Rabbi, for reasons unknown
There is something afoot
and we can't quite focus our thug-dar for all the misdirection thrown at us by
the serpentine style of the film-making and the bass-ackwards nature of the film.
A million
plot twists later, we discover that SLEVIN is a tale of revenge. The long
way 'round. Events go nowhere and twists add up to nothing, but when the layer
cake is baked, the Moebius strip winds up making sense - until it tries to make
sense of itself. In the last explanatory dialog (delivered by Robert Forster)
all non sequiturs are accounted for, with one glaring exception, a mistake on
the film-makers' part - the motivation of a major player is lacking, to the detriment
of the film's overall enjoyment. And I have to reveal a damning plot twist to
explain this anomaly, so plug your ears and lah-lah-lah-lah
During
the movie, we are led to believe that lethal Mr. Goodkat (Willis) is playing both
bosses for his own ends (a role much like Willis' character in LAST MAN STANDING, 1996, one of the many inferior remakes of YOJIMBO, 1961) and that he has
"plans" for Slevin, who is in turn being played by the two bosses. In
the denouement, it is revealed that twenty years ago, Goodkat was sent to execute
Slevin as a boy, but stayed his hand, unbeknownst to his employers. In the present,
Goodkat is in fact aiding Slevin's revenge on the two bosses.
The
question is: Why? What possible reason did Goodkat have to renege on his kiddie
execution? If it was to groom Slevin as an accomplice, we'd have motivation, but
Slevin is NOT his accomplice - on the contrary, Goodkat seems to be aiding Slevin
for no recompense. We can speculate all we want about Goodkat doing something
moral to palliate his nihilism, or that for the past twenty years, Slevin was
in fact in Goodkat's debt until the revenge job released him from Goodkat's services.
But - as Sloe (Mykelti Washington) tells Slevin - "Tell it to the one-legged
man, so he can bump it on down the road." Speculation schmeculation. In
all the smash-cuts and filtered film, all the mind-numbing wallpaper and misdirection
(making pretty-boy Hartnett not so pretty with a broken nose or prison goatee),
in all the flashing forward and backward, all the split-screens and strobed scenes,
in all the compositing of dialog from different flashbacks and spine-snapping
the chronology for more impactful "reveals," director McGuigan and writer
Jason Smilovic strangely - but understandably - neglected to give Goodkat plausible
motivation. Though there was obvious effort expended to create a film
more interesting than your average bear - visually, conceptually, linguistically
- Slevin might have been harder, heavier and hipper were it not for the
discrepancy in Willis' character and the silly girl-boy happy ending. Best
line is Goodkat's reply to Slevin: "I'm a world-class assassin, fuckhead!"
because it seems so altogether true - about BRUCE WILLIS. In one scene, Goodkat,
in long, tough-guy overcoat, raises two guns straight forward, arms outstretched,
furious intent on his face - an image of Bruce Willis as engraved in our minds
as Christ on the Cross. Bruce
Willis bigger than Jesus? Now that's hip. END
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