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Crime Keeps Paying: American Hustle, Philomena, Captain Phillips

After reflecting on the horrific dimensions of The Wolf of Wall Street, I realized that an amazing number of Golden Globe front-runners boast bases in true stories involving recent crimes. Like Wolf, American Hustle celebrates the wiles of big-game thieves. Philomena takes you into high Gothic territory — evil nuns, kidnapping, slavery, and human trafficking (again, of a modern-day kind, as otherwise 12 Years a Slave would qualify for this list as well) — and somehow diffuses it by placing Judi Dench at her most adorable, and deceptively layered, in the title role. And finally, Captain Phillips is, of course, about real-life Somalian pirates who lack the courtesy to say “arr” and wear eye-patches but instead beat and threaten to kill honest Americans.

I wouldn’t actually argue that these films are genre imposters a la Wolf, but I’m struck by the pattern of bestowing our nation’s highest critical honors on films that seem, a decade later, to be saying that reality TV was right to turn away from fiction-based fiction, as long as the cinematic reality-based fictions sensationalize crime.

Just so you know, I’m not about to preach about the evil of sensationalizing crime. I rather enjoy both sensationalized and sensationalizing crime in fiction. It’s been a staple pretty much since we humans starting spinning yarns. But for me, the more fictional the yarn, the better: a wicked tale about murder can be fun, but hearing on the local news that a murder happened a few blocks away really isn’t a source of pleasure (and if you disagree, you scare me). So I am very interested that at this particular moment in history, American culture wants to celebrate crimes people perceive as real, whether the forms of celebration, the films and their applause, approach those crimes with varying degrees of ambiguity (as do American Hustle and Philomena) or with clear, black-and-white (bad pun very much intended) moral lines (Captain Phillips).

Some quick overviews and opinions to go with the trend that’s allowing me to group these nominees:


AmericanHustlePosterIn American Hustle some mid-level con artists (Christian Bale and Amy Adams, nominated for Best Actor and Best Actress) get ambitious enough to attract the feds’ interest, so they get caught up in a game of wits with an agent (Bradley Cooper) that involves overlapping cons designed to help the feds use criminals to con criminals. The movie is up for Best Picture, and lots of people are nuts about it. Personally, I found the general story and dialogue somewhat trite and nothing particularly compelling in the cinematography and editing. However, the acting is brilliant, with Jeremy Renner and Jennifer Lawrence rounding out the superstar team (the latter in an also-nominated supporting role). That would seem to mean, then, that the characters these master actors and actresses create are the film’s most valuable assets — the characters of criminals, their beneficiaries, and an ethically-mobile cop. Like the lead in Wolf, these characters advance themselves at the expense of others. America’s best performers portray them awesomely, and celebration begins with a title that marks such characters as especially American.


philomena_movieposter_1385062211Hailing from the other side of the Atlantic, Philomena surprised me by being one of my favorite films of the year. Don’t get me wrong: I expected it to be good, but I expected it to be good as a showcase for the talent of the always-commanding Judi Dench. Showcase her talent it does, as she creates the title character with the aforementioned charm and depth, but the surprises come from an also-remarkable performance from Steve Coogan as well as an exceptionally well-told story. Coogan’s portrayal of the author of the non-fiction book on which the film is based adds dimensions that reflect on the political stakes of Philomena’s story about extreme corruption in the Catholic Church, stakes that make distortion of the story inevitable. Coogan’s British character’s bourgeois political fervor contrasts sharply with Dench’s portrayal of lower-class Irish spirituality, which keeps the film from becoming polemical or overbearing.

Given Philomena‘s subject matter — which might even be read as questioning whether mainstream religious practices qualify as human rights violations — the film deserves high praise for being emotional but never stifling. It walks a political and spiritual tightrope with grace worthy of serious award consideration. And yet that very tightrope walk is necessary because a direct, all-out indictment of what the Church did would be unpalatable as a cinematic experience. What seems most celebration-worthy about this film, aesthetically speaking, is how it strokes the limit of mainstream cinema’s ability to challenge powerful institutions. Again, cf Wolf making Wall Street criminality look glamorous and fun.


captain-phillips-posterIn this group of three crime-film celebrants, I liked Captain Phillips least. I disagree with no one who says that Tom Hanks in the title role is terrific: he pretty much always is, and this performance may be his best since Cast Away (2000). The problem is, if you remove Hanks from the equation, this movie is pretty much a slower-paced Under Siege (1992), with the important exception that all the bad guys are black, and their motives receive only cursory explanation, as mostly the movie is about how the menacing, slightly stupid black pirates hijack a large U.S. cargo ship with a white crew. And of course, unlike all the other movies I’ve been discussing, [spoiler alert, I guess] this film’s end is very “Hollywood,” not just in its factual outcome but in its no-perspective-but-America’s-gets-screen-time way. Brief allusions do not fully indicate why American ships hauling cargo along the African coast might have some negative, um, historical associations, not to mention that some of those ships are exploiting Africa’s resources in the present day, not to mention what tends to happen when extreme wealth dangles irresponsibly in front of people living in extreme poverty. Dealing with these issues would, in my view, make this film award-worthy. As it is, an unhappy side effect of this good story with a good lead actor is that it oversimplifies a difficult situation with some old-fashioned flag-waving and some old-fashioned criminals who are safely (for old-fashioned White America) foreign and dark-skinned.

In short, some of the best films of 2013 feel pretty good about racially white white-collar criminals and con artists, wag an understanding finger at unimaginable horrors perpetrated by the Catholic Church, and celebrate the triumph of an uber-likeable white hero over baddies of a very recognizable African (stereo)type. And yet I loved the performances in all of them and particularly liked just about every facet of Philomena.

I therefore refuse to draw further conclusions and instead offer a few more observations about nominees. None of my remaining comments are on reality-based fictions, so nothing here about Mandela: Long Walk to Freedom either, but as with 12 Years a Slave, if we expand “crime” to include institutionalized atrocities like apartheid and race-based slavery, these films fit with the previous discussion, although they might allow a cheerier spin, as they seem to reflect a larger cultural recognition of the magnitude of the atrocities’ atrociousness. Now, onto my digressions:


BlueJasminePosterBlue Jasmine. Woody Allen still knows how to create fiction-based-fiction that is as close, or closer, to reality than reality-based-fiction. This film is about a New York socialite, Jasmine, destroyed when her husband turns out to be a criminal very much like the lead in Wolf of Wall Street. Cate Blanchett is nominated for Best Actress for this one, and the film turns out to be one of Allen’s best in recent years because her performance is absolutely dynamite. Blanchett has already demonstrated a powerful range that puts her in the talent stratosphere with the rare likes of Meryl Streep, with whom she will likely compete beyond the Golden Globes due to August: Osage County, but they could both win this round because Streep got a nod in the Globes’ comedy category, whereas Jasmine is drama. For Jasmine, Blanchett and Allen have crafted a character that lets Blanchett display her stratospheric capabilities by covering a great deal of human territory, as Jasmine’s fall and accompanying transformation sprawl over vast emotional terrain. To be honest, Blanchett has had me in awe since Elizabeth (1998): just hearing my brain’s echo of “I am married… to England” still gives me chills. Even if this year isn’t hers for a new shelf of awards, she’s still one of the most dynamic performers in the business. The plot of this film, inasmuch as it exists outside of character, isn’t so important, but to give away specifics of the extent of Blanchett’s performance would take something important away from you. See her.


FrancesHaPosterFrances Ha. Greta Gerwig is up for comedic actress here, and while I don’t think she’ll survive against the band of veterans she’s facing, this film has received so much praise that it’s already got the high-culture mojo of being a Criterion-brand DVD. That mojo, I believe, derives principally from Gerwig, who also co-wrote. Her onscreen presence delivers the story of yet another spoiled New Yorker, this time a younger woman having trouble finding herself in the new social landscape. In the story respect I prefer Lena Dunham’s Tiny Furniture (2010), a film with mostly the same themes that’s cleverer in all major respects but one. And that one is Gerwig’s character, who is slightly older than Dunham’s and far better developed. Gerwig carries the film, and the film does achieve some greatness, and I think that means we can expect more greatness from Gerwig in the future. I look forward to watching her more.


gravity_ver3_xlgGravity.You know, I don’t think New York even gets mentioned in this movie. Houston does a lot, of course, but since it’s set entirely in outer space, Ryan Stone, the lead played by Sandra Bullock, doesn’t necessarily even have to stop by America to earn this film a bevy of nominations (Philomena does have to cross the pond in her odyssey). Why? Oh reader, I would need to write a much longer review to answer that question well, and I’ve already taxed your attention. Let me give you three quick answers. (1) Space: this film’s rendering of not just outer space but depth of cinematic space, which I’ve seen now in both 3-D and 2-D versions, is revolutionary, taking the art form to a new high. (2) Meaning: the movie is a roller-coaster of action, philosophy, and spirituality, and that’s a very rare combo. (3) Power: reviews that combine praise with words like “human spirit,” “trial,” and possibly “triumph” tend to make me want to avoid the film reviewed at all costs, but the first time I saw this movie, I cried twice, and the second time, I still cried. Why? I didn’t come into the theater a fan, but when I left, I was: Sandra Bullock. In a year of amazing performances, hers managed to pierce right through edumacated cynicism and reach something primal. Ms. Bullock, will you have coffee with me?

Horror Not Listed: The WOLF of Wall Street (2013)

The Internet Movie Database, (IMDb), lists Martin Scorsese’s The Wolf of Wall Street as belonging to Biography, Comedy, and Crime genres, and according to the film’s Golden Globe nomination, it’s either a Musical or a Comedy. My title’s way of pointing out that there’s a wolf hiding in the title’s–as well as the dramedy’s–clothing may be sort of lame and obvious, but then again, IT’S RIGHT THERE IN THE MOVIE’S TITLE, which comes from the title of the book written by the criminal of whom it is a biography, Jordan Belfort, so the originator of the obviousness is this man:

jordan belfort

The real Jordan Belfort may not be as hot as Leonardo DiCaprio, but DiCaprio’s performance captures a monstrous ooze visible even here.

He tells the world he’s a wolf, but he still makes a career on charm, and The Wolf of Wall Street tells you it’s a movie about a monster masquerading as a human being like many a fiend from a fairy tale, but it still passes as comedy because it’s so damned charming. A lot of brilliance has and will continue to be attributed to this movie, but I’m mesmerized by the way it becomes a hall of mirrors more intense and, ultimately, more horrific than earlier Scorsese-DiCaprio collaboration Shutter Islandthe movie’s misleading charm is the same as its central character’s, and those of us charmed–and it’s hard not to be charmed by this nutty, offensive, but ideologically so very American movie–are the sheep and granddaughters so eagerly devoured by the wolves who live in the woods of fairy tales. And fairy tales are usually horror stories, just as the way Wall Street charmed and devoured the wealth of the American masses is a horror story, the story that Jordan Belfort’s and Martin Scorsese’s story epitomizes. And Leo DiCaprio, so recently embodying the Great Gatsby and that man’s American Dream gone awry, crosses directly into the American Nightmare, into a man with a backstory like Gatsby’s but an appetite like Patrick Bateman’s.


Bottom line: The Wolf of Wall Street is a horror movie, and if you leave the theater without realizing that, it’s even more horrific because it has succeeded at eating even more of your soul. I therefore think it’s pretty awesome.

Why, after you’ve eaten all this tasty popcorn on top of a morality tale in which the bad guys get caught (based on a true story; no such thing as spoilers), might you feel lighter a soul-chunk? First of all, my parenthetical about spoilers almost isn’t necessary because “caught” is debatable. As a quick visit to a book shop/site can tell you, Jordan Belfort profited from the book The Wolf of Wall Street, a sequel, and now a reprint movie tie-in edition of the original book. Perhaps that helps you feel a little lighter soul-wise.


Second, and much more important, much of the story has the same appeal of the comic book super hero stories that are responsible for so much box office these days. A young man comes from almost nothing, finds out he has this amazing gift (selling almost anything to anyone), develops it into amazing powers (making almost a million dollars a day), and uses it to fulfill his own desires (lots of sex, drugs, and assets) as well as those of his friends (ditto his) and the occasional random stranger (ditto his) whom his immense power allows him to help. It’s pure adolescent hetero-male wish fulfillment, and it’s accessible to some women even though the movie is as sexist as the fantasies it generally portrays. Heck, the movie’s pervasive homophobia is only barely undercut by putative separation of hate speech from actual hate, but this gay male viewer found the straight male fantasies often unrelatable but completely compelling, making the three-hour run-time fly by.


And last but not least, it’s all quite funny and charming. Leo finally outgrew looking like a teenager, but just as his character would, he can still turn on a lost-puppy look that makes even forcing him to face his own piles of mess seem too harsh. Like many people watching films that take a criminal’s perspective, I couldn’t help sympathizing, sometimes even empathizing, with the wayward anti-hero, even liking him, even rooting for him, all the while I knew he not only deserved to be caught but needed to be caught for the good of the American people. Nevertheless, every speech he gives about how his rags-to-riches Wall Street “opportunities” are the American Dream, the essence of what everyone wants (well, regular people, as Jordan has to admit at one point) hit the patriotism button so hard-wired into me that all attempts to disconnect it have failed. I wanted to cheer just like people on screen inevitably do, and each time I wanted that, the wolf took a bite. My only defense was that I knew he was biting me–I knew this movie was not about victimless crimes but about what led to one of the worst crises the world has seen in a century–so I was able to push that charming muzzle away before it chomped out too much flesh.


There’s almost no blood in this movie. It’s all over us, so this time, Scorsese doesn’t need it. Are you thinking, “duh”? If so, when someone asks you what kind of movie The Wolf of Wall Street is, you should say, “horror.” Duh.