Bad-Guy Business (blog)

Category: RocknRolla Reviews | Posted by: stagewomanjen
Article Date: October 27, 2008 | Publication: flickfilosopher.com | Author: Editor
Publication/Article Link:http://www.flickfilosopher.com/blog/2008/10/rocknrolla_review.html

Guy Ritchie would surprise us if he surprised us. RocknRolla, his latest mockney crime caper, is exactly what you expect it to be, if you saw his Snatch or Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels. Hell, itís exactly what you want it to be, if you loved those films for their exuberant cartoon aggression and winking, wicked wit. After all, no one complains when one Bugs Bunny cartoon is pretty much the same as the one before. No one minds when the Road Runner shows up the Coyote once again. Youíd be disappointed, in fact, if you didnít get what you paid for.

Speaking of cartoons: Gerard Butlerís (P.S. I Love You, 300) One Two -- thatís his name, though presumably not the one his mother gave him -- is kinda the Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote wrapped up into one delicious-looking if agreeably dumb package. He and his sidekick Mumbles (Idris Elba: American Gangster, 28 Weeks Later) -- also probably not his baptismal moniker -- probably arenít actually the stupidest criminals working Londonís shadier stide, but they ainít the brightest, either, and one of their robberies-gone-wrong devolves into the stuff of a seven-minute looney toon. The badder-bad guys -- for of course we are meant to cheer on One Two in his felonious adventures, and we do, cuz heís really not such a bad guy -- give chase after One Two heists some cash, and the chase turns around so many times, the upper hand constantly shifting, that you can barely keep up, youíre laughing so hard. Itís one of the high points in a flick that is endlessly amusing. (Iíd call it all a parody of cinematic male aggression, except I think itís a parody of a parody of cinematic male aggression: One Two deals with one situation with a fellow criminal in a way that shows heís a lot more enlightened than youíd expect from an agreeably dumb lowlife.)

RocknRolla is also way less brutal a movie than weíve come to expect from Ritchie, a ďlackĒ from whence springs much of the rest of the flickís humor. Which isnít to say that thereís none of the olí ultraviolence here, for there is -- donít take your grandmother with you to see this one. But you might call this a crime comedy of manners, what with all the criminals you can barely distinguish from legitimate businessmen, like old-school boss Lenny (Tom Wilkinson [Recount, Michael Clayton], whoís never been so funny) and Russian newcomer to the London scene Uri (Karel Roden [Running Scared, The Bourne Supremacy], dryly amusing). Theyíre cooking up a real-estate deal thatís just this side of shady... which is part of the joke, too, and one thatís even funnier -- if far more bitter -- now that the real-world just-this-side-of-shady real estate market has collapsed. Lenny, in one moment, is offended to be thought a gangster, and in his world, where itís all ďkeep the receiptsĒ for the accountant (played by Thandie Newton [Run, Fat Boy, Run, The Pursuit of Happyness] -- sheís crooked too), and in which thugs who enjoy costume dramas make a ready living scoring hot tickets to West End musicals, well, maybe Lennyís right to be offended. Being a villain ainít what it used to be: now, itís a respectable living.

Thatís a joke: thatís part of Ritchieís big joke, which is that tough guys are smart enough to handle the absurdly circular plot -- all missed connections and unexpected liaisons -- we can barely keep up with (and are pleased to be trusted with the disentanglement of), and itís considered ďunkindĒ to insult the muscle. Sure, the gentility of the golf course turns into a venue for teaching a vicious lesson to a rival, but thatís what happens when the bad guys start wearing sharp suits and expect to be able to conduct their business in the open light of day, and we let them. Itís our world -- Ritchieís just playing in it.