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"You Seriously
Don't Remember Me from
The Godfather?" |
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Directed by Frank Oz -
Written by Lem Dobbs,
Scott Marshall Smith
Starring Robert DeNiro,
Marlon Brando, Edward
Norton
Distributed by Paramount -
2001 - 124mins - Rated R |

An
overlooked gem...
Nick
Wells (De Niro) is a veteran safecracker tempted
into one last score that will set him up for a
new life as a jazz bar owner and a husband to
his beautiful girlfriend (Bassett). His backer (Brando)
is in desperate need of paying off his own
backers, and Nick, feeling a sense of loyalty
coupled with the temptation of a four million
dollar payout, agrees to the job. Young upstart
Jack Teller (Norton) is brash and bold in his
enthusiasm for the job. He is the one who cased
the building, a customs house, that contains a
virtually impenetrable safe which houses an
invaluable gold scepter. Egos clash, and eyes
shift throughout the film as both of them plan
out in meticulous detail how they will steal the
treasure.
The viewer is treated to a caper film that does
not cheat by using extreme coincidences. We are
aware at all times of the risks, the plan & the
timing. Many films in this genre revert to
unintelligible shootouts, unbelievable physical
acts, and ridiculous coincidences in order to
see their protagonists safe. I appreciated that
this film was patient in the way it showed me
everything. No scenes were cut short, in MTV
style fashion, in order to create excitement.
Everything was supremely clear to me, and that
created more tension than any John Woo action
sequence ever has. Frank Oz directs this film
with a sure hand and we know we are in the hands
of a truly professional director that won't
leave us disappointed at the end.
The acting, as you can guess given the cast, is
sublime. Even Brando, who has disappointed a
little in his few select roles over the past
fifteen years, was exquisite. He is at the same
time funny and sad. We feel that for all of his
greed and cocksureness he is a lonely and
desperate man. Robert De Niro is as good as
always, rarely does he disappoint. His Nick
Wells is smart and sure, careful and paranoid.
His nose for trouble clues us into the fact that
nothing is quite as it seems. Edward Norton, who
must now be considered one of the great young
actors bound for a long and powerful career, is
a master at creating a character that can be
loved and hated at the same time (see Rounders).
Angela Basset is underused, as always, but what
little screen time she has here is powerful and
memorable.
The score of 'The Score' is a haunting jazz
medley that really accompanies the pace of the
film. Whereas films like 'Face Off' and 'Mission
Impossible II' have loud, fast and
incomprehensible soundtracks, this film is
reflected in its choice of music.
Perhaps we see the plot twists coming a little
too early, but that is really stretching for a
flaw that really isn't there. The resolution
(the final minute of the film) is a little
rushed. It doesn't seem to match the patience of
the entire film.
A caper film is almost by definition a popcorn
movie. 'The Score', however, does it's best to
elevate itself to something higher and more
meaningful. I really appreciate it for it's
attention to detail... there isn't a hole to be
found in the entire plot... how rare is that?
©
Written by TC Candler
Richard
Propes' Comment
"The
Score" proves, once and for all, that Marlon
Brando was a really big star. Unfortunately, his
performance here is largely forgettable and it
has been years since we've seen a Brando
performance worth watching. Edward Norton
carries this caper flick, with moderate support
from a DeNiro who feels resigned to the
mediocrity of the film.
Jacob
Hall's Comment
The biggest draw to "The Score" is that it
features some of the best actors from three
generations of thespians: Marlon Brando, Robert
DeNiro, and Edward Norton. Sadly, Brando does
little more than mumble and look like a beached
whale, and DeNiro, while good, never really
reaches the standard he has set throughout his
career. Thankfully, Norton keeps things afloat
with a brilliant performance.


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