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Splat!
My memory of the
previous screen adaptation of Elmore Leonard's The Big Bounce
has blurred considerably since its release in 1970. It was Ryan O'Neill's
follow up to Love Story and featured the stunning Leigh Taylor-Young
in a grim, sober murder plot. Three decades later, it's been reconceived
as a lively, inane character crime comedy and re-located to Oahu from
the American mid-west. While the result is considerably more watchable,
the film ambles aimlessly, unrelieved by smart aleck dialogue, spectacular
scenery and colorful miscreants.
The broad strokes
are that petty criminal Jack Ryan (Owen Wilson) - no relation
to Tom Clancy - has grifted to the Big Island and run afoul of
local developer Ray Ritchie (Gary Sinese) who wants him off the
island. But Ryan's moxie has earned him an ally in Walter Crewes (Morgan
Freeman), a district judge, Ritchie adversary and small time entrepreneur.
Crewes hires him to manage his guest bungalows and Jack becomes smitten
with Ritchie's larcenous girlfriend Nancy Hayes (Sara Foster).
That's the surface story anyway.
The dilemma in adapting
Leonard's novel begins with tipping the audience that what lies beneath
is considerably more sinister. With the exception of Ritchie, every
principle character wants to exploit Ryan's foibles for their own gain.
He's the patsy and that's a problem when you cast Wilson and give him
funny lines that only someone who can't be duped would mouth.
So, the venality
residing below is never properly addressed and for most of the film's
running time, nothing relating to plot is allowed to intrude. Mostly
it's about cute exchanges and gags and in the absence of story, the
charm evaporates after about 20 minutes. And to remind us of the wafer
thin quality, there are periodic cutaways to spectacular surfing footage
and a goodly number of beauty shots that exploit the island's natural
splendor. When there's finally no option but to punt or run, the convolutions
come at such a fast and furious pace, that the fun of it all is squandered.
Wilson reminds me
of Charles Grodin, an ingenious personality better employed as
foil than leading man. However, once made the focus of the piece, his
quirky demeanor is impossible to sustain even among a stellar rogue's
gallery that includes Freeman, Sinise, Willie Nelson and Harry
Dean Stanton. It's the sort of territory John Huston milked
effectively in Beat the Devil and Robert Altman lampooned
in The Long Goodbye. And though director George Armitage
would seem a natural for this sort of shaggy dog story given such past
credits as Miami Blues and Grosse Point Blank, he remains
someone that is only as good as his script and Sebastian Guiterrez's
adaptation is banal and misconceived.
A Warner Bros. release
of a Material Films production. Produced by Steve Bing, Jorge Saralegui.
Director, George Armitage. Screenplay, Sebastian Guiterrez, based upon
the novel by Elmore Leonard. Camera, Jeffrey Kimball. Editor, Brian
Berdan, Barry Malkin. Music, George Clinton. Production design, Stephen
Altman. Costumes, Betsy Cox.
Owen Wilson (Jack Ryan), Morgan Freeman (Walter Crewes), Sara Foster
(Nancy Hayes), Gary Sinise (Ray Ritchie), Charlie Sheen (Bob Rogers).
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Leonard Klady