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"The pilot is about a bunch of intersecting lives in the world of horse racing," Milch told Daily Variety. "It's a subject which has engaged and some might say has compelled me for 50 years. I've joked that if I just can make $25 million on this show, I'll be even on research expenses." This might be interesting -- Deadwood's David Milch and Michael Mann are coming together for Luck, a new 1-hour pilot for HBO.
Sure, Milch's John from Cincinnati basically went off the rails and was close to unwatchable. Still, with this, Tom McCarthy's A Game of Thrones, and David Simon's Treme on the docket, I might actually re-up for HBO one of these days.
In Public Enemies, Michael Mann's strange and striking naturalistic recounting of the last year in the life of John Dillinger, you can catch glimpses of several other movies Mann has made over the years. Most obviously, the film's basic plot is much like that of Heat with Johnny Depp and Christian Bale taking the bank-robber (DeNiro) and crusading-cop (Pacino) roles respectively -- Here Depp is Dillinger, the charismatic Depression-era outlaw whose string of notorious bank jobs unwittingly help to forge modern techniques of law enforcement, and Bale is Melvin Purvis, the stalwart, if somewhat plodding, lawman who leads the effort to bring him to justice. And Enemies also shares the hyperreal hi-def aesthetic and in media res "just another day in the life" presentation of Collateral and Miami Vice, which is particularly impressive given that this one takes place in 1933.
But what I found most interesting in Public Enemies were the parallels to probably my favorite Mann film, Last of the Mohicans. Both are tales of American history, of course, and both involve unbounded loners -- Mann-ly men beholden to no one but themselves -- who find their priorities and "no-strings" life philosophy challenged once they meet that certain special woman, be it Cora Munro (Madeleine Stowe) or Billie Frechette (Marion Cotillard). (Now that I think about it, that same dynamic holds for the DeNiro (Amy Brenneman) and Colin Farrell (Gong Li) characters, and to a lesser extent even those of Val Kilmer (Ashley Judd) and Jamie Foxx (Naomi Harris), in Heat and Miami Vice respectively.)
But, even beyond that, Public Enemies is, like Last of the Mohicans, mainly about the demise of a certain type of freewheeling individual, a man who cannot continue to exist under the tenets of the New World Order being born at that very moment. In this case, it's not the armies of Europe, and the mores and treaties of "civilization" that they carry with them, that are ratcheting up the pressure. Rather, it's the swiftly emerging enforcement arm of Big Guvmint, and the corresponding reaction by Organized Crime, as personified here by Capone underboss Frank Nitti, that are hemming our (anti-)hero in. (While I don't think he ended up being that successful at it, Martin Scorsese seemed to be going for much the same idea at the close of Gangs of New York, when the arrival of the Union army from Gettysburg basically makes the gang war brewing all movie irrelevant. There's a new boss in town, and it's called the U.S.A.)
As such, when you think about it, Mann and Depp's John Dillinger is not unlike Hawkeye (Daniel Day-Lewis) from Mohicans. In fact, he's what you might call the Last of the Honest Bank Robbers. It used to be a fella in trouble with the law could just jump the state line and find respite over in, say, Ken-tuck-ee. But that's not how it's plays anymore, not after J. Edgar Hoover (Billy Crudup) gets through fashioning a brutally effective and fully federal law enforcement system to hunt down Dillinger and his cohort of "Public Enemies." (Yep, in his own way Crudup is as much of a paradigm-changer here as he was in Watchmen. Instead of heralding the Atom, he's now the harbinger of Federal Power. Either way, the new age he represents makes the old ways of doing business irrelevant.)
Just to help get this point across, Mann has Bale's Melvin Purvis shoot gangster Pretty Boy Floyd (Channing Tatum, blink-and-you-miss-him) dead early in the first reel. Best remembered from the Woody Guthrie social protest ballad ("Some will rob you with a six-gun, and some with a fountain pen"), "Pretty Boy" Floyd is another member of the same dying breed, so of course he's brought low by Hoover's G-men right away in this telling. The new Federal state has no use for charismatic outlaws, even if they are rumored occasionally to dole out "a whole car load of groceries" to "the families on relief." (Why is this telling of Mann's purpose? Well, mainly because it's blatantly wrong. Floyd, like fellow outlaws "Baby Face" Nelson (Stephen Graham) and Homer Van Meter (Stephen Dorff) actually all outlived Dillinger, which, frankly, are some rather large liberties to play with a supposedly true story.)
Anyway, if the last few paragraphs have seemed more unmoored and stream-of-consciousness than a lot of the reviews around here, well, so is the movie. Public Enemies is a strange bird, an alternately compelling and occasionally lumbering biopic that moves to a beat of its own. In the end, I'd definitely recommend the film, if nothing else than for its hi-def visual flair, occasional moments of real grace, and documentary recreation of the thirties. But particularly in the film's first hour, it's sometimes hard to get a grasp on what exactly is going on. (Our couple runs into some trouble at the track, for example, which seemingly comes out of the blue if you weren't already familiar with the contours of Dillinger's story.) And eminently recognizable faces -- Giovanni Ribisi, Lili Taylor, David Wenham, Emilie de Ravin, Leelee Sobieski, Herc and Judge Phelan of The Wire -- often flit in and out without introduction, such that it sometimes becomes hard to keep track of who's important and who's not.
Still, I'd almost always be challenged by a movie by being given too little information rather than have it overexplain everything. I expect some people will find Public Enemies maddening (and others maddeningly dull), but it's undoubtedly pure, undiluted Michael Mann. And -- like Billie -- I'm glad I took this ride.
A late addition to today's trailer bin: Lawman Christian Bale tracks down the nefarious and freewheelin' John Dillinger, nee Johnny Depp, in the new trailer for Michael Mann's Public Enemies, also with Marion Cotillard and Billy Crudup. Looks like Mann is continuing in the hi-def verité style of Collateral and Miami Vice. (By the way, if you watch High Fidelity between now and July, be careful: Cusack spoils the ending.)
On the occasion of the new year, EW previews some of the more-anticipated films of 2009, including Michael Mann's Public Enemies, Terminator: Salvation, Spike Jonze's' long-awaited Where the Wild Things Are, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Pixar's Up, Harold Ramis' Year One, The Taking of the Pelham 1-2-3 (again), Wolverine, and Watchmen.
As an atmospheric and consistently engaging police procedural that's well above the mean of this year's tepid summer crop, Miami Vice -- which I caught several days ago and haven't had the time to write anything about -- is definitely worth a look-see. The plot is wafer-thin -- two tough cops go undercover with an impressive arsenal of sleek, speedy vehicles at their disposal -- and at times well past implausible, but, much like the first half of Collateral, Michael Mann mostly makes up for it by layering on the captivating high-def ambience thick. If you're a fan of Mann's film work -- Manhunter, Last of the Mohicans, The Insider, Heat, Ali, Collateral -- and don't go in expecting anything like his '80s TV show (which I saw exactly never -- when it started, I was living overseas, and I was probably too young for it anyway -- in any case, this movie feels more like Mann's short-lived Robbery Homicide Division), I think you'll definitely find it rewarding. (Indeed, some Manniacs are raving about the film.)
The film begins without credits and in media res, with vice detectives Sonny Crockett (Colin Farrell, rocking a grotesquely bad 'do) and Ricardo Tubbs (Jamie Foxx) in da club, dressed to the nines, and apparently looking to break up a prostitution ring. As the scene progresses, we intuit that Messrs. Crockett & Tubbs are the no-nonsense heads of a crack Miami police unit made up of Naomie Harris (of 28 Days Later and POTC 2) and the HBO All-Stars: The Wire's Herc (Domenick Lombardozzi), Brenda's boyfriend Joe on Six Feet Under (Justin Theroux), and -- indirectly -- Deadwood's Sol (John Hawkes) and Blazanov (Pasha Lynchnikoff) and Rome's Julius Caesar (Ciaran Hinds). But before this hardy team of television thespians can capture their quarry, a frantic call from one of Crockett & Tubbs' regular CIs (Hawkes) eventually sets the squad on a new target: Latin American drug lord Jose Yero (John Ortiz), who appears to be using nasty Aryan Brotherhood types as muscle. Soon, Miami's dynamic duo find themselves deep undercover without a net in Yero's organization, only to discover that he may only be a stalking horse for even Bigger Bad Arcangel de Jesus Montoya (Luis Tosar), and his beautiful majordomo Isabella (Gong Li), whom Crockett has his eye on...
That's the setup, but as I said, it's basically all just an excuse for Farrell and Foxx to wear nice duds, get behind the wheels of some really fancy people-movers, and seethe, flex, canoodle, and ruminate like the typical bevy of manly Mann men. To be honest, I'm more fascinated by gritty, street-level Wire-like depictions of the drug trade than I am this sort of fast-cars-and-million-dollar-tech type stuff. But for the most part, all this ends up being more entertaining than it sounds on paper, drenched as it is in a moody atmosphere of perpetual dusk and lightning flashes on the horizon (and, as in Heat Mann can do quality shootouts like no other.) Only when Farrell and Li lose their heads and fall head over heels in love does the film really slip off the rails -- Basically the movie stops cold a few times so Sonny and Isabella, the latter acting particularly out of character, can get mojitos in Havana or go salsa dancing in South Beach. (Foxx's relationship with Naomie Harris is equally formulaic, but less time is spent on it, until a third-act rescue which feels more than a bit like well-made television.) In sum, Miami Vice isn't the type of movie that'll knock your socks off, but it is consistently diverting throughout. And, as a worthwhile reimagining of the TV show, it earns its place among the very few recent television-to-movie remakes worth checking out.
Today's trailers: Crockett & Tubbs reunite as Colin Farrell and Jamie Foxx respectively in the full trailer for Michael Mann's film version of Miami Vice (This isn't much of an improvement on the teaser, frankly.) And, Dell offers seven minutes of clips from X3: The Last Stand, of which all but 90 seconds or so (thanks to Ian McKellen, who's clearly at home scenery-chewing his way through this badly-written drek) looks and sounds cringeworthy. From this, it seems the real problem with X3 may be less Ratner than the so-far really clunky script by Simon Kinberg & Zak Penn.
Michael Mann returns to the well with this new trailer for Miami Vice, with Colin Farrell and Jamie Foxx as Crockett & Tubbs, and Gong Li, Ciaran Hinds, and Justin Theroux as back-up. I don't know why this needed to be made -- it looks a lot like Michael Bay's Bad Boys 2, which I didn't see. But if it's Michael Mann, I'll likely take a gander. (Note: You'll have to click through to the Bacardi site.)
