Thursday, 17 January 2013

Finally! A Bugsy Malone for our generation! Gangster Squad.


Gangster Squad.

Let me just start by saying this. Gangster Squad is not a great film. It has been savaged by critics and in some regards, I’d say that’s justified. But allow me to play Devil’s advocate here and explain to you good people why I actually quite enjoyed it. I sat down in the cinema expecting a mediocre neo-noir gangster flick, which is precisely what I got. Well, perhaps mediocre is a bit generous. The film begins heavily clichéd and for the first half an hour or so that’s the way it stays. Honestly, I was sat there rolling my eyes so much and whispering “for fuck sake” my face began to ache.  There are echoes of films like L.A Confidential… well not so much echoes as director Ruben Fleischer grabbing you by the lapels and screaming “REMEMBER L.A CONFIDENTIAL YA FUCKING MOOK? WOULDN’T YA RATHER BE WATCHING L.A CONFIDENTIAL? I KNOW I WOULD!” as he no doubt would, what with his clear juvenile fascination and hero worship of gangsters. The characters are unbelievably two dimensional, a veritable smorgasbord of old timey Hollywood clichés. Here we have the stoic, plays by the book tough guy, the Ladies man Hollywood anti-hero, the out and out evil bastard (who I will discuss in more depth shortly) and then interestingly, what appears to be a femme fatale.  The only problem is with the first three they stay exactly this way and don’t seem to learn a fucking thing from the events of this film and as for the latter, it transpires she isn’t really anything. Just a “pair of ginger nipples” as I overheard somebody in the theatre describe her. By this point it was obvious I wasn’t going to get a modern day Once Upon A Time In America or The Godfather and this slightly sinking feeling and realisation actually made me more open to what this film was.
 
It dawned on me during one particular sequence involving Mr Ryan Gosling that I wasn’t here to see a gangster film, I was here to see an action film dressed up as a gangster film. This made me immediately start to enjoy the film more. In fact I quite liked the idea that a brash, no brainer action movie was set in 1940’s Los Angeles. It’s such an iconic setting  that so many earnest and serious films have taken place in, it was nice to see this dumb as a box of frogs knock about insanity completely throw that to one side. I liked Dion Beebe’s cinematography. The film looks glossy and not altogether real. I like this, I think this is what film noir would look were it made today. As the film went on I suspended my disbelief, chose to ignore the absurdity of the action that was taking place and accept this as what it was, Die Hard with raincoats and Fedora’s.

  I’ve not been the first to draw parallels between Gangster Squad and L.A Confidential, but to me there is another film that this picture warrants comparison with and that is Brian De Palma’s 1987 crime caper, The Untouchables. Both, set in the past, in supposed ‘golden days’ of gangland. Both, ostensibly based on true stories (though Gangster Squad has definitely used some poetic license). The reason I choose The Untouchables is because that film was a critical success. Whereas Gangster Squad has been trashed so thoroughly that it’s just about certain no one will still be talking about it in 26 years. This owes to all manner of things from the writing to the direction but what I want to focus on are the characters and the acting. In The Untouchables, Elliot Ness (Kevin Costner) assembles a crack team of incorruptible racial minority police officers (in this case Irish and Italian, all of them mavericks) to try and take down Al Capone (Robert De Niro) in prohibition era Chicago.  In Gangster Squad John O’Mara (Josh Brolin) assembles a crack team of incorruptible racial minority police officer (in this case Black, Mexican and, weirdly there’s a cowboy there too) to try and take down Micky Cohen (Sean Penn) in 1940’s Los Angeles.  If you are sat there thinking ‘well that must make for two similar films’, you’d be dead fucking wrong, you fucking idiot. While The Untouchables is calm and measured, albeit a bit PG, Gangster Squad screams “Nah fuck that” and dives bare-chest into a freezing ocean of lunacy. The men we have playing our villains here may be partially responsible for that. In The Untouchable, the inimitable Robert De Niro plays Capone as a sadistic and menacing psychopath, but above all he is believable. It’s an authentic and interesting juxtaposition to Costner’s whiter than white Elliot Ness. In Gangster Squad, we have Sean Penn’s pantomime turn as Micky Cohen. I tried to look for positivity in this performance but he will go down in history as the Widow Twanky in the gangster movie rogues gallery. My dislike of Sean Penn on a personal level isn’t a secret amongst those who know me, what with his misguided and unwanted comments on the Falkland Islands, as well as his other assorted incidents of douchebaggery over the years. But I’ve always sort of respected him on a professional level. For example, I was one of the five people that really liked I am Sam. But his performance as Micky Cohen is just… mind-bending. It’s a shambling, clichéd and two dimensional representation of a thoroughly interesting character. Cohen, a Jewish mobster who grew to be respected, some would even say feared by the Cosa Nostra. He was no doubt a twisted individual, but I’m sure there was a lot more to him than just being a shambling thug, but that’s another story for another time.

  Maybe it’s because I’ve been playing so many video games lately, but despite all of the above, I enjoyed Gangster Squad. It’s silly and absurd, just like a video game. In fact there is one part where they are pinned down by a machine gunner and one of the officers genuinely says “one of us has to take out that gunner”. To anyone who plays their fair share of Xbox, that is a very recognisable scenario, the boring fiddly bit before you get to take out the level boss. Look, I think most people will enjoy Gangster Squad, just don’t turn up expecting Coppola, because you’re about to be served a dish of delightfully insane Michael Bay silliness.