+ Soderbergh is
always attentive to detail and has obviously seen a lot of film noir and
other old movies, especially Casablanca, whose plot this somewhat
recalls. Even the screen wipes used to transition between scenes and the
noticeably fake rear projection in the driving scenes are reminiscent of an
older style of filmmaking. So is Thomas Newman’s score. Only the language—more
explicit than the censors once allowed—is updated. It’s perhaps more true to
life, but jarring in such a context. Blanchett commands every scene she’s in,
and it’s her character that the story turns on.
- The obvious
comparison to Casablanca (whose famous ending is visually replicated
here) is instructive. Both stories are about idealism in places where cynicism
is the mood of the moment. Both are anchored by the memory of a past affair.
Even though it’s conveyed by just a couple of brief flashbacks, the romantic
back story in the older movie is enough that you feel as sucker-punched as
Bogart when he and Ingrid Bergman are separated. The captain’s affair with his
onetime protégé is not rendered with such sentimentality. There is some smart
dialogue here, but no “Here’s looking at you, kid.” Replacing Bogart’s weary
stoicism is Clooney’s journalistic objectivity, which is not quite the same
thing, and is shed more quickly. The journalist is as much an audience stand-in
as a full-fledged character. Thus I found myself less invested emotionally with
the movie as I might have. Still, being negatively compared to an all-time
classic is no great insult, and the thread of the plot still pulled me along,
especially in the second half.
= *** On a scale of 1
to 10, I give it a 6 for the characters, an 8 for the mystery, a 4 for the
romantic aspect, and a 10 for the look and feel.
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