Showing posts with label Vincent D’Onofrio. Show all posts
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Friday, April 10, 2015

REVIEW 324: BROKEN HORSES

Release date:
April 10, 2015
Director:
Vidhu Vinod Chopra
Cast:


Language:

Chris Marquette, Anton Yelchin, Vincent D’Onofrio, Maria Valverde, Sean Patrick Flanery
English


Twenty six years after the release of his seminal Bollywood gangster film Parinda, writer-director Vidhu Vinod Chopra has remade it for Hollywood.

Broken Horses is visually spectacular. It is also interestingly told for a part of its running time. But like that beautiful white horse endlessly galloping around its pen on Jakey’s Ranch in the film, after a point the realisation dawns that as much as its grace and elegance are enjoyable to watch, it’s going nowhere you haven’t been before.  

Jakey or Jacob Heckum is a musician in New York and the younger of the two brothers around whom this story revolves. The elder brother Buddy is a slow-witted man who has been working since his childhood with the local crime lord Julius Hench in their home town somewhere near the US-Mexico border. The siblings are loosely modelled on Kishan and Karan from Parinda.

This is a unique experiment – a director from the world’s most prolific film-producing nation, India, re-telling his own story in what he considers the style of the world’s most dominant film industry, Hollywood. Parinda was insightful and moving. Back in 1989, its realistic tone was also pathbreaking for a mainstream film from the Mumbai-based Hindi film industry a.k.a. Bollywood. The story was about a poverty-stricken boy turning to crime to give his little brother a better life. Unknown to Karan, Kishan works for the underworld don Anna. When Anna kills an adult Karan’s friend, Karan joins the gang to take revenge, much against the wishes of Kishan who wanted to shelter him from that world.

While Buddy in Broken Horses too is keen to provide for Jakey, the thrust of this new story is the manner in which Julius uses Buddy’s disability to manipulate him and how Jakey too is driven to manipulativeness in a bid to save his guileless brother from the older man’s clutches.

Chopra has chosen the Western genre for his Hollywood debut and manages to lend an old-world feel to the proceedings, although it is a contemporary tale. The stark desert setting heightens the sense of the protagonists’ isolation in this ominous, near-lawless world away from the world.

The first half of the film trots along at an engaging pace. There are enough twists to keep interest alive, some endearing interactions between the two brothers and chills to be suffered while witnessing Julius’ grip over his blindly loyal protege. Will it ever be possible to release him from that vice-like psychological hold? That question is a source of tension through most of the film.

Somewhere along the way though, the writing (by Chopra and Abhijat Joshi) gives way, betraying an absolute lack of heft in comparison with the original. And too many plot points and sub-plots have not been thought through or have been lazily manufactured to fit into the pre-determined basic storyline. For instance, it is never clear why Jakey stayed away for so many years from his home town and the brother for whom he is now willing to sacrifice his life and job. When Jakey does return home after all those years and decides to stay on for a while to rescue Buddy, why does he not phone his fiancee back in New York to tell her so? Why, instead, does he stop taking her calls, even though he has not given up on their relationship? Later, it becomes clear that this silly contrivance was designed to get the fiancee too to come over, possibly to give the story its lone woman character of somewhat significance.

The beauty of Parinda was that it was straightforward, believable and unpretentious. Broken Horses, however, is clearly aiming at a grandeur that it repeatedly achieves at the visual level but never in its storytelling. DoP Tom Stern – a Clint Eastwood regular – serves up many splendid images. One particularly intriguing shot has Julius in what seems like a split screen until the camera moves and we realise we are seeing his reflection on an unexpectedly clear surface in the foreground. Jakey’s Ranch too is a pretty, fairytale-like, almost surreal affair – standing in for that boat carrying Karan and his bride Paro a quarter of a century back.

The enjoyment of the visuals is diluted by the fact that some of them are designed purely for their eyecatching effect with no thought given to their significance, and others are holding out to be profound though they are not. At one point, a murderous spree in a theatre is interspersed with repeated shots of another character squeezing out the juice of an orange. What on earth was that about? And while Jakey’s trouserless fiancee in a crisp white shirt riding a white stallion makes for a stunning picture in the evening light, a mundane thought strikes: that saddle must hurt, no?

Despite this rocky path, Stern never gives up on the film. Nor do actors Chris Marquette and Vincent D’Onofrio. Buddy is played sweetly by Marquette who pulls off the challenging balance of being a wide-eyed innocent with a shockingly violent streak. D’Onofrio’s calling card in India would be his brilliant turn as an NYPD detective on the TV show Law and Order: Criminal Intent. In Broken Horses, he merrily sinks his teeth into the brutish drug kingpin Julius whose fear of flames can be traced back to his wife and child’s death. In contrast, Anton Yelchin – a familiar face from the 2009 Star Trek film and its sequel – seems convinced that his cutesy, curly mop of hair is a good substitute for acting. He appears to expend no effort at all on Jakey.

Chopra has been quoted in The Hindu newspaper as saying that he spent five years writing Broken Horses. Clearly it was not enough. If only he had put more thought into his screenplay, Broken Horses “coulda’ been a contender”, to borrow an iconic line from Terry (Marlon Brando) in the Hollywood classic On The Waterfront that some people saw reflected in Parinda. Instead, what we’ve got here is a film that is pleasing to the eye, agreeable up to a point for a single viewing but sadly unmemorable. Broken Horses is unworthy of being deemed a Parinda remake.

Rating (out of five): **1/2


CBFC Rating (India):
A
Running time:
MPAA Rating (US):
102 minutes
R (rated R for violence and language)
Release date in US:
April 10, 2015



Sunday, October 19, 2014

REVIEW 297: THE JUDGE


Release date (India):
October 17, 2014
Director:
David Dobkin
Cast:




Language:

Robert Downey Jr, Robert Duvall, Vincent D’Onofrio, Vera Farmiga, Jeremy Strong, Billy Bob Thornton, Ken Howard, Dax Shepard
English


The Judge is not the most earth-shatteringly original film. What is impossible to ignore though is the heavyweight cast, from the two Roberts playing an estranged father and son, to every single supporting player. For them and them alone, this would be a film worth seeing. 

To be fair though, there is more to it than just the assembly of awe-inspiring actors. The Judge is the story of the successful, high-flying big-city lawyer Henry/Hank Palmer and his dad, the imperious small-town judge Joseph Palmer. When Henry’s beloved mother passes away, his return back home for her funeral brings the long-dormant father-son animosity to the surface.

Where the film focuses on the relationship between Henry and Joseph, Henry and his ex-girlfriend Samantha Powell (Vera Farmiga), Henry and his brothers – the former baseball star Glen (Vincent D’Onofrio) and the mentally slow, camera-obsessed Dale (Jeremy Strong) – it is on solid ground. Each of these actors possesses a certain quiet dignity that does not betray them even in their characters’ more over-wrought moments. Where The Judge falters is in its effort to throw too much into the mix, with the primary element of strained family ties stirred up with the ravages of old age, a crime thriller aspect, courtroom drama, romance and other bits and bobs.

Some of it seems familiar and none of it is outstandingly unusual, which is why The Judge falls far short of being a remarkable film. It is however, never short of being good.

Watching the legendary Robert Duvall and the always-excellent Robert Downey Jr play off each other as Joseph and Henry is a bit like watching Meryl Streep and Julia Roberts share screen space as the mother-daughter duo Violet and Barbara in their Oscar-nominated performances in last year’s August: Osage County – there is such joy in seeing two generations of great actors in the same frame. That being said, the Palmers are nowhere near as dysfunctional as Violet’s crazy clan. The Judge is less about screaming confrontations and more about things left unsaid, about rage left simmering below the surface until it threatens to destroy treasured bonds.

Comparisons are inevitable too between The Judge and last year’s deservedly multiple-Oscar-nominated Nebraska. Watching Henry and Joseph rediscover each other is no doubt a reminder of David (Will Forte) rediscovering his declining father Woody (Bruce Dern) in that film. The screenplay of The Judge though pales in comparison with the genius of Bob Nelson’s writing for Nebraska, which packed understated, heart-wrenching emotion into every single second of its filmic existence. The Judge is nowhere within touching distance of Nebraska.

However, there is much to recommend The Judge too. Foremost among its strengths is the fact that unlike many prodigal-son-returns-to-the-small-town tales, this one does not feature a single character who seems to regret their backwaters existence. Samantha Powell in particular is the exact opposite, the one who discovered early on that this is where she belongs, in the process turning out to be much more than Henry clearly ever thought anyone could be in his hometown.

Sans too many grand flourishes, DoP Janusz Kaminski seems to revel as much in showing us the picturesque Indiana countryside as he does in unintrusively capturing that tear that struggles not to escape Henry’s eye. It’s been a while since we’ve seen Downey in a film in which he is not a high-strung Sherlock Holmes or a maverick millionaire with superpowers. The Judge is the best showcase for this endearing actor’s ability to play a regular guy since the lovely Zodiac in 2007.

The pairing of the two Roberts is of course the selling point of the film. They are backed here by an intimidatingly talented supporting cast. Vera Farmiga’s luminous presence is hard to miss even in the small role of Samantha. The wonderful Vincent D’Onofrio brings to the part of Glen Palmer a brooding intensity that is familiar to Indian viewers who have seen him play the male lead in the beautifully written and acted police drama Law and Order: Criminal Intent. Fluff TV junkies would perhaps be pleased too to spot Leighton Meester in a tiny but impactful role as Samantha’s daughter Carla, far removed from the sheen and glamour of her calling card – the big-city rich kid Blair Waldorf that she played in the irritatingly frivolous Gossip Girl.


The actors do not though overshadow the film’s other strength: those moments of intimacy when you are least expecting them. Watching Henry repeatedly struggle not to break down, seeing the father and son tide over an awkward bathroom accident with a shared chuckle, that brief instant in their darkened home when Glen quietly observes the two rip the covers off their anger against each other… as much as the powerful cast, these are what make The Judge worth our time, warts and all.

Rating (out of five): **3/4

CBFC Rating (India):
A
Running time:
MPAA Rating (US):
142 minutes
R (Rated R for language including some sexual references)
Release date in the US:
October 10, 2014