The action and the
humour donít gel
LARCENY was Hollywoodís favourite subject in the 1960s with films like Topkapi, How to Steal a Million and The Italian Job hogging the limelight. But there was also a film called Oceanís Eleven (1960) which somehow escaped my notice (but I wasnít a film critic then). I did remember the next two films made by that brat-pack (Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Peter lawford and Sammy Davis Jr), They were Sergeantís Three and Four for Texas.
The larceny theme was revived in the 1990s with Mission : Impossible being one of the better ones. Now theyíve remade Oceanís Eleven and though it is a box-office hit, I personally think it is overrated. May be the best reason for its success is having hunks of manhood in George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Matt Demon and Andy Garcia. No I have no objection to teenagers drooling over them in the cinema. But that doesnít make a good film.
The story, well, less
than 24 hours into his parole dapper Danny Ocean (Clooney) is rolling
out a new plan, to clean up three casinos where the 1960 film targeted
only one. So Danny has to pick his team, a la The Dirty Dozen
or The Magnificent Seven which is inspired by the Japanese film
Seven Samurai, and they include ace card sharp Rusty (Pitt),
Master pickpocket Linus (Demon) and demolition expert Basher (Don
Cheadle). There are a few oldies for variety and among them is Elliott
Gould who can scarcely be recognised except for his patent grm.
But the self-destructive pattern, if one can call the heist that, is far from entertaining. It is too slick and impersonal. There is little suspense or even less cumulative build up. It is indeed surprising that director Steven Sodererg should have opted for such a subject when he is more at home in dialogue-heavy films like Sex,Lies & Videotapes and "traffic." The pacing too isnít quite right and the viewer is taken on a sort of rollercoaster ride without being given much to reason about.
May be the final explanation is convincing but all the action, its predictability and the non-involvement work against it. Humour is the only relief. But this is not a comedy and the action and humour donít really gel. George Clooney Brad Pitt and Matt Demon do their bit and Julia Roberts lags along but thanks, no thanks, this is not my kind of film.
Heartbreaker is a film about a conwomen team (mother and daughter) whose target is unsuspecting husbands. The mother marries and gets the daughter to seduce the husband. Caught in the act, they move with the divorce and settlement and then on to the next prospective victim.
Max (Sigoumey Weaver) is the mother and Page (Jennifer Love Hewitt) the daughter. Theyíve just conned Dean (Ray Liotta) and their next victim is tobbacco billionaire William Tensy (Gene Hackman) whose chronic coughing is the result of chain-smoking. Now this may be funny to a point but it is grossly overdone to a point of being abhoneni. So are some of the gags which are far from subtle. Reminiscent of Paper Moon where the dad-daughter team of Ryan and Tatum OíNeal con religious folks by selling Bibles to them, this is a more shady or enterprising, depending on which way you look at it. The idea is good. It is the implementation that really drags.
For one thing, credibility is the first casualty. Then the slapstick pals. Next comes the predictability. If one-liners are all you look for may be it could be your cup of tea, but then there is hardly any plot to speak of. When Page finds true love in bartender-owner Jack (Jason Lee), mother Maxís plan runs aground. As for the film it only ends when it runs out of breath and that takes all of 120 minutes.
Itís also sad to see fading big
names like Gene Hackman (The French Connection). Sigourney
Weaver (Gorillas in the Mist) and Ray Liotta struggling in this
second-rate comedy. Jennifer Love Hewitt probably gains by contrast
but Heartbreaker is quite avoidable. At one time
"backbreakers" seems more appropriate, that is for the
viewers of course.