Five years after his career-defining clusterfuck with
Fant4stic, writer/director/editor Josh Trank has returned with a decidedly
lower-key feature, covering the final year in the life of notorious gangster Al
Capone. For a lot of the past five years, there’s been debate about what
exactly caused Fant4stic to turn out as bafflingly as it did, with Trank
himself attributing it to studio interference. I myself wondered if that was
the case, as it was the only explanation that could come close to making sense
of what happened… but the only real way to prove that was if Trank was able to
come back, properly in the driver’s seat, and deliver a feature that showed he
still had the talent he showcased so bracingly back with Chronicle. And far as I'm concerned, he actually managed it here.
Then there’s the delivery of the dialogue, which is its own
can of worms. He growls through his lines with such an odd tone that he comes
across like he’s auditioning for a Power Rangers monster… but honestly, more so
than anything that kitsch, the main thing he kept reminding me of was John
Bain, known in Internet circles as video game pundit TotalBiscuit. When TB was
in the final stretch of his own life, before cancer snuffed him out for good,
all the scar tissue and surgery he had gone through had led him to sounding
profoundly not like himself. Hell, to be brutally honest, during the last
handful of videos he put his voice to, he barely sounded human; just a sentient
death rattle that was all too aware of how close it was to the end. And that,
in a nutshell, is the consistent vibe gotten from Hardy here, and it does
wonders for the bigger story being told.
Then there’s the soundtrack, and anyone familiar with my
hip-hop-fixated ways will doubtless be unsurprised that I got a lot to say
about this as well. Now, admittedly, this isn’t even remotely what I was
expecting to hear from underground heavyweight El-P, formerly known as
mastermind behind the legendary record label Def Jux, and known nowadays as
one-half of the curb-stomping superduo Run The Jewels. Throughout his career,
he’s been known as the hip-hop answer to prog-rock, with all the musical
bombast and sci-fi obsession that implies. Since teaming up with Killer Mike,
though, he’s stripped that back a little and incorporated more Southern
hip-hop and even trap influence into his sound.
Here, we get neither ends of that spectrum. It doesn’t incite marching against the horrid
establishment, nor wielding idiosyncratic weapons for one’s own weird cause,
both of which would’ve already been perfectly apt for a film about one of
America’s most infamous names Instead, it
sounds a lot closer to something Philip Glass would put together in all its
droning minimalism (maybe he picked up some tips when they both worked on the
Fant4stic soundtrack). Its muted tones and atmospheric
ambience are primed more for internal contemplation, like the background score
for a blood-soaked meditation session. That also ends up fitting, as that is
basically the tone of the entire film.
Trank’s depiction of Al Capone is one that exists primarily
within Capone’s dementia-riddled psyche, as he attempts to live what’s left of
his life in as much comfort as can be allowed him. This ends up translating
into more than a couple occasions where he visibly and literally shits himself,
but the film never tries to pass this off as comedy at the expense of a violent
monster. Okay, mostly doesn’t, as the vision of Scarface singing along
with the Cowardly Lion is an image that will never cease to befuddle and amuse.
Primarily, though, it shows Capone being just as cursed by
regret as he is by any medical diagnosis. As the barrier between his memory and
his current reality keeps fracturing, we see all manner of nightmarish
recollections of his criminal exploits, like the horrific depiction of the St.
Valentine’s Day Massacre, with Capone tripping over bloodied bodies in a dark
Chicago backstreet, or a scene that owes as much to the finale of Oedipus Rex
as it does to the more graphic depictions of mob torture.
DOP Peter Deming, who
has made a plentiful career out of visualising the darkly psychedelic, from
Mulholland Drive to Drop Dead Fred, brings a lot of emblematic power to the
proceedings, right down to Capone wielding a gold-plated tommy gun, mowing down
enemies only he can see, in a moment where the fascination with American
gangsters gets caught with its pants down.
Having reviewed films like Gotti in the past, I have no end
of great things to say about a film like this, one that demystifies the entire
aura that surrounds this brand of legendary gangsters, highlighting the
physical and psychological toll that his exploits ultimately had on him. Knowing
how much Capone is aggrandised in popular culture, hip-hop especially, this
whole exercise feels like a much-needed come-down from all the vicariously
bad-boy living I and many other audiences partake in with typical gangster
flicks. Whether this ultimately proves Josh Trank right about his prior
missteps remains to be seen, but it at least shows that wherever he goes next,
the dude’s still got the touch.
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