L.A. Confidential (1997) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
Some films lose their luster after Oscar day. Whatever trendy thinking caused them to gain nominations or statues seems to get revised and re-examined. Out of Africa, Titanic, The English Patient, Chariots of Fire. What the hell were we thinking of? Sailing in the open seas of record international box office receipts, Titanic won eleven Oscars out of fourteen nominations. It has since run aground on the cold iceberg of reality. Current IMDb rankings. The highlighted films were nominated either for best picture or best director Although Titanic will get to keep the award season hardware, history's judgment is that the rightful winner was Curtis Hanson's brilliant entertainment picture, L.A. Confidential, a revisionist noir tale about crime and police corruption in L.A. in the 1950's, set against a backdrop of popular post-War cultural phenomena like the new scandal magazines, the demise of the Siegel/Cohen rackets, and the rise of an up-and-coming medium called television. |
The story is fundamentally the story of three pretty good cops who are not necessarily good men. Ed Exley (Guy Pearce) is a political animal, a straight arrow, but also a weasel, a smart college graduate with the ability to spin everything in his favor. Bud White (Russell Crowe) is the department tough guy, the kind of cop who gets people to confess, and who'll plant evidence on guilty guys. Jack Vincennes (Kevin Spacey) doesn't seem like a cop at all, but a movie star, a perception heightened by his job as the technical adviser on Dragnet. They start the film working on separate matters, but their cases all seem to wind together, and all seem to be related to the struggle to take over the territory of mobster Mickey Cohen after his federal bust of tax evasion. |
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As usual with this type of film, the plot is so complicated that the details seem nearly impossible to follow, but that doesn't really matter. This is a character study, and the script gave all three actors a chance to shine. Spacey was already a star, but future superstars Guy Pearce (Memento) and Russell Crowe (A Beautiful Mind) were obscure before this film. Of the two Aussies, Crowe was the bigger star in his own country, having built something of a reputation in Australian cult hits like Romper Stomper, but he was not known internationally. I suppose you all know who he is now. Pearce was a virtual unknown except to the hard-core film buffs who recognized him from Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. L.A. Confidential gave him a resumé, and Memento eventually made him a star, albeit on a less flamboyant media level than the feisty, ubiquitous Crowe. Crowe is a great talent, to be sure, but is famed as much for his contentious and colorful off-screen antics as for his acting abilities. |
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Director Curtis Hanson did a magnificent job on this film in many more ways than just the good casting and characterization mentioned above. Although the script is quite similar to the classic 40's noir films, Hanson deliberately eschewed the stylistic approaches of those films. He did not take advantage of those characteristic opportunities for long shadows in lamplit scenes. The nighttime scenes are colorful and illuminated. Much of the action takes place in natural light, often in the hazy daylight that L.A. is famous for, and the sets concentrate on the things that were new in L.A. in the 50s, not the elements that reflected the glory of the 30s and 40s. Although the action takes place 44 years before the film was made, the cinematography leaves the viewer with the "we live in a brave new world now" feeling that California embodied for post-war America. Hanson didn't try to remake Chinatown. Instead, he envisioned and created a unique new world in which his characters could breathe. Great stuff. |
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