A prominent actor decides to write, produce and direct a
noir-soaked story as their personal passion project… I’m getting an unwelcome feeling of déjà vu. To go one further, say what you will about
Ben Affleck, he at least proved his salt as a filmmaker years before trying
this gambit; only other directing credit Edward Norton has is for Keeping The
Faith back in 2000, and outside of some uncredited punch-up work, this is
Norton’s first attempt at writing a screenplay on his own. The end result isn’t
nearly as dire as that lead-up may suggest, but it’s not exactly smelling of
roses either.
Between Alec Baldwin’s casting as the main villain, a city
commissioner involved shady urban renewal projects in Brooklyn, and one of the
impetuses for Norton to finally finish this project being the 2016 US election
results… yeah, there’s quite a bit of timeliness to read in this material.
Hearing Baldwin’s Moses Randolph talk at length about power and how it makes
him feel is incredibly unsettling, easily the best he’s ever been in
this Trumpian mode, and with the way that Norton’s Lionel is characterised, the
story is basically set up as the struggle of apathy vs. empathy. A man who
wants to lord his not-elected position over everyone else, versus a man who
wants to look out for those who did the same for him.
And on that note, Norton playing a private detective with
Tourette’s sounds like fishing for Oscar dap on paper, but it turns out a lot
better than I would’ve expected. For a start, it isn’t treated like the verbal tics
are the only thing that make him tick, aided by his photographic memory to
basically show a compulsive mind in all its positive and negative workings. It
being used to show solidarity with a local black-owned jazz club was also a
pretty cool touch.
For another, he thankfully doesn’t go the easy route and
just make his own dialogue a swear-fest (coprolalia is the most
commonly-depicted form of Tourette’s, despite being the most extreme and rare example
of which), and as someone with a few verbal and physical tics of his own, it
didn’t come across like a pity party; just that it’s one of many facets to his
character. And for a third, the way he describes it, like an anarchist joyriding
in his brain, is the kind of writing flourish I relish hearing in stuff like
this.
There’s quite a bit to like about this feature. The casting
and acting are quite good, the writing is solid (if quite removed from the
source material, according to reports), Daniel Pemberton’s smoke-filled
speakeasy jazz soundtrack is killer, and there’s some really damn good moments
to be found here. But not enough to justify the running time at about 140
minutes and change. If the pacing was tightened up, allowing the genuinely
engaging aspects hold their own rather than having to hold up the duller
moments, this could’ve been a solid effort. But as it is, again much like Live
By Night, it feels like this passion project would’ve succeeded better if
someone else had been able to trim the fat.
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