REVIEW: Public Enemies (***1/2)
Posted by Kristopher Tapley · 4:00 pm · June 23rd, 2009
(Los Angeles Film Festival)
There is a moment very early in Michael Manns Public Enemies, featured today as the centerpiece exhibition of the Los Angeles Film Festival, when Depression-era criminal John Dillinger (Johnny Depp) stares into the dying eyes of friend and mentor Walter Dietrich (James Russo) as his band of cohorts flees the scene of a somewhat botched prison escape attempt. The sequence is at once curiously beautiful and unmistakably somber, of a piece with the filmmakers coldly calculated vision of a man caught up in the freedom of his rebellious lifestyle, yet haunted by the specter of his own obsolescence.
The film marks an exciting return to muscular, patient storytelling form for Mann. After dubious stabs at commercial appeal in Collateral and Miami Vice, films that certainly have followers and admittedly plumb thematic depths no other filmmaker would have reached, the director has painted his most resonant character study since 1995s Heat.
Headlined by an emotive, at times unsettlingly internalized performance by Depp, the film amplifies Manns penchant for nuance while marrying it with a well-exercised gift for staging unique if not inimitable action set pieces. But for all the directors classic cinematic accoutrement, the film nevertheless stands apart from Manns portfolio for its fully realized vision of a doomed romance highlighted by, rather than merely peripheral to, the machismo on display.
Depp is Dillinger, circa 1933. As The Depression holds the nation hostage, he is the best at what he does: robbing banks. He and his crew are too busy having fun today to think about tomorrow, as he puts it. Dillingers life is so streamlined that hes whittled the particulars of courtship down to a few direct yet expressive interactions that recall James Caans modern urban version from 1981s Thief, who implored of Tuesday Welds shrinking violet that they cut with the mini-moves and the ******** and get on with this big romance.
The object of Dillingers affection is Evelyn Billie Frechette (Marion Cotillard), a half-Native American, half-French coat check girl who stands out to the mobster amid the Chicago nightlife. The temptation to develop an outlaw relationship akin to Bonnie and Clyde or Badlands is eschewed in favor of presenting Frechette as an anchor of sorts, a reminder of the life Dillinger might have if he wasnt so good at what he does.
With the rise of organized crime, Dillinger was seen as bad for business. His interstate exploits led to federal laws that would eventually put the squeeze on Al Capone and Frank Nittis Chicago empire. Mann focuses on less than a year of Dillingers life for the bulk of his narrative, moving from the harrowing Michigan City prison break he helped mastermind from the outside in 1933 through the bank robbing spree that landed him in an escape-proof Crown Point, Indiana jail, on to his fateful trip to the movies on July 22, 1934 at Chicagos Biograph Theater. By that time, with both the government and mafia for enemies, Dillinger was all alone, the last man living for himself in an era more and more defined by what, and who, you owe.
A post-robbery showdown at the Little Bohemia Lodge in Manitowish Waters, Wisconsin serves as the films most gripping sequence. Dillinger, wounded from a sloppy job in partnership with the radical Baby Face Nelson (Stephen Graham), holds off a number of FBI agents as gunfire rips and pops through the films soundtrack, recalling the gritty realism of Heat more so than the stylized examples of Miami Vice. The eerie demise of one mobster in this sequence, his tommy gun splattering the earth, fire spitting from its muzzle, illuminating his face in sharp, terrifying bursts, reminds of Manns artistic attraction to the hyper-real.
Of course, Mann composites a number of elements for dramatic impact along the way, but his narrative is lean and purposeful, a perfectly composed stage for Depp to offer his finest performance to date.
Depp is incredibly restrained here, much like the film itself. He gives very little yet conveys a staggering sense of layering with every nuance; still waters seem to run quite deep with his Dillinger. Cotillard, meanwhile, doesnt offer a stereotypical suffering girlfriend take on Frechette, yet isnt overly creative with her choices, either. She nevertheless finds the right combination of frailty and strength that has defined the few well-developed female characters from Manns films.
Indeed, Public Enemies is perhaps the first Mann effort since The Last of the Mohicans to find feminine rhythms that have eluded the director for a great many years. He has made a career of burrowing into the psyches of men, women typically positioned as transitional figments of the narrative. But here, Mann paints Frechette with delicate strokes that mix a strong sense of loyalty and subtly justified rebellion with the required amount of delicacy that gives Cotillard an enviable opportunity.
The unexpected dead weight on the proceedings is Christian Bale, who, as FBI agent Melvin Purvis, brings nothing to an already underwritten role. Perhaps Mann was hesitant to cover similar terrain to Heat and overcompensated by sapping all of the intrigue out of Dillingers pursuer, but Bale unfortunately seems to be going through the motions rather than properly capitalizing on the opportunity to work with a master actors director such as this.
After proving his actorly chops early in his career, then becoming a star in the role of a rather subdued and morose character in Christopher Nolans Batman franchise, Bale seems to be sliding into an unexpected area of complacency in his work this year. His uninvolved deliveries here follow an equally confused outing in Terminator Salvation earlier in the summer.
As expected, all technical elements in the film serve as an extension of Manns unmistakable auteurism. His first collaboration with lenser Dante Spinotti in 10 years provides for more interesting composition than the increasingly experimental work Mann has sought behind the camera this decade. Design elements from production designer Nathan Crowley and costumer Colleen Atwood are impeccable yet refreshingly muted, while Kevin OConnells sound mix puts the viewer right inside the action.
Elliot Goldenthals score is typically sparse for a Mann collaboration but used effectively. There are moments, however brief, that remind of the soaring elegance Trevor Jones brought to the soundtrack of Mohicans.
Public Enemies fits rather seamlessly into a line of filmmaking Mann has generated to represent, as F.X. Feeney has called it, a profound, interactive, philosophical history of the United States. Collateral and Miami Vice served as stylistic, muscle-flexing diversions, but here the director seems even more thoughtful in his approach to character and structure. As with Ali, he doesnt succumb to the lures of the biopic. He tells a story, directly, and without qualification or ornamentation. The film is classic Mann.
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Good news is Depp and Marion live up to their consistent performances. Mann seems to have found his groove...finally.
Bad news, is Bale seems to
once again deliver a substandard character who is a cookie-cutter version of the same role he's been playing for the last 5 years. Someone needs to give this guy a reality check. I'm starting to think choosing Batman has undermined this guy's chops. Where the hell is the fearless and impressive actor that we saw in American Psycho?