Tom Hanks, Irma Hall, Marlon Wayans, Ryan Hurst, George Wallace, Stephen Root, Greg Grunberg, J Simmons, Jeremy Suarez
26th Mar 2004
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Goldthwait Higginson Dorr III is a charlatan professor who has assembled a gang of experts for the heist of the century. The thieves are experts in explosions, tunneling and muscle. The professor is their critical inside man. The base of operations is the root cellar of an unsuspecting, church-going, little old lady named Mrs. Munson. The ruse: the five need a place to practice their church music. The problem: it quickly becomes evident that Dorr's thieves lack the mental capacity to do the job. The bigger problem: they have seriously underestimated their upstairs host. When Mrs. Munson stumbles onto their plot and threatens to notify the authorities, the felonious five decide to 'do her in' before she ruins their heist. After all, how hard can it be to knock off an old lady? They'll soon find out.
For this remake of the 1955 Ealing comedy, the Coen Brothers share directing credit for the first time, mixing their love of detailed period farces (The Hudsucker Proxy, O Brother Where Art Thou) and free-wheeling black humour (Fargo, Blood Simple). It's not a flat-out success, but it's still great fun.
Professor GH Dorr (Hanks) is one of those smooth-talking Southern gentlemen who belong to another time and place. Happy to speak an entire paragraph where one word would do, he blinds everyone with his verbosity, especially the nice old woman, Marva (Hall), who runs the Mississippi boarding house that's conveniently located next to a casino he's planning to rob with his rag-tag cohorts (hip-hopper Wayans, explosives expert Simmons, Vietnamese tunneller Ma, muscle-head Hurst). They say they're practicing religious music in the cellar, but Marva can tell something's not quite right.
There's a hilarious streak of vicious comedy that quickly lets us know just about anything can happen. And it does. The Coens play gleefully with death--accidental, deliberate, fatalistic--while catching us off-guard with startlingly funny touches when we least expect them. Meanwhile, they work with their cast to constantly subvert stereotypes; no one is quite as helpless, hapless, efficient, ruthless or stupid as we think they'll be. The string of errors and inconveniences suffered by this gang is great fun to watch; each of them seems to come from a different film genre, and yet it somehow comes together due to their sharply focussed performances.
The Coens fill the film's edges with Southern culture, from terrific gospel music to down-home hospitality and wary friendliness. It's impeccably designed and filmed, as you'd expect, with touches that are clever (the ubiquitous garbage scow) and overused (Simmons' disastrously irritable bowel). And even if it's not quite consistent enough to keep us laughing nonstop, when it does hit a funny high note, it soars. Like The Big Lebowski, it feels like it was probably funnier on the page than on screen. The result is extremely slight, but it's also consistently enjoyable, especially when we realise that no matter how perfect Hanks is, Hall is the real star.
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