Catch
Me If You Can
Directed
by: Steven Spielberg
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As a pure exercise of fun Catch Me If You Can works
pretty well. It has a central character who passes himself off as a
number of authority figures by banking on people’s gullibility but not
seemingly exploiting or demeaning them in the process. There’s a dogged
pursuer and a chase that stretches from coast to coast and into Europe.
And there’s a rogues gallery of characters played in a larger than life
style by a very gifted cast.
It’s difficult to imagine even the world’s most incompetent
director coming up with less than an enjoyable romp given these elements
and players. So, why is it that savvy filmmaker Steven Spielberg
fumbles the ball to the extent that what begins as sheer delight winds
up as just a good, fungible diversion by the closing credit crawl?
Stripped to its bare bones, the film is about 16-year-old Frank
Abagnale, Jr. (Leonardo DiCaprio) who through circumstance and
serendipity discovers he has a gift for larceny and the wit and charm
to operate with the best of them. Perhaps as a result of his youth he
never comes across as a ruthless exploiter of human frailty or someone
who will stoop to vile acts to secure money, position or whatever else
he desires in life. But even presented in the prankish manner and heady
spirit of youth, check kiting and forgery are illegal activities and
when they accrue to millions of dollars, law enforcement will not only
take notice, it will prosecute to the fullest extent once the culprit
is apprehended.
So, the title is a taunt. The bull that sees red is FBI agent
Carl Hanratty (Tom Hanks). Humorless and work-obsessed, Hanratty
is nonetheless impressed by the unknown perpetrator’s ingenuity and
skill. At last he’s confronted with a worthy adversary.
The film ought to be a little less fussy and more to the point
(read shorter). What’s primarily interesting about the material is that
this teenager can pass himself off as an airline pilot, a lawyer, a
doctor and even a federal agent. This aspect of the script is well handled.
We see process and DiCaprio conveys the charm, braggadocio and ability
to think fast on his feet to pull off these charades. In that respect,
Catch Me If You Can recalls The Great Imposter, the 1962
film about Fred Demara - another real-life con man -that starred
Tony Curtis.
My recollection of the earlier film is that it had a dollop
of pop psychology - no more. It’s truly the inability to toss off the
tale in a jaunty manner that makes it less interesting as it proceeds.
What it calls into question is what’s wrong with movies in general.
Let’s just say they’re too serious and self-important (a complaint that
can also be leveled at contemporary film criticism). It’s as if the
cost of making movies has come to dictate their gravity when in truth
the most appropriately serious work is being done in the margins on
budgets that often fall below $1 million.
One senses that the film began as a lark and a bad case of
cold feet led those involved to add “depth.” Frank Jr. adores his father
(Christopher Walken), a man whose dreams exceed his grasp. His
more clear-sighted mother (Nathalie Baye) - yet another demonized
woman - forces the family apart and rather than chose between them,
Frank flees … to a life of crime. When his father dies off-screen, luckily
the young man has acquired a surrogate in Hanratty. It’s all a little
too neat and tidy and Psyche 101.
The film has wonderful moments that occur in a kind of strategic
fashion that keeps ones attention. For instance, a double reversal involving
the first encounter between Hanratty and Abagnale is virtually worth
the price of admission. Catch Me If You Can remains a little
too assured and confident in general and lacking in the inspired and
off-beat. Spielberg has assembled a team of artists who are long-time
collaborators and provide a comforting professionalism to the picture.
The exception is new to the team designer Jeannine Oppewall whose
work is unconstrained, whimsical and, appropriately, brash.
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DreamWorks release of a Kemp Co. and Splendid Pictures production and
Parkes/MacDonald production. Produced by Steven Spielberg, Director,
Spielberg. Screenplay, Jeff Nathanson, based upon the book by Frank
W. Abagnale with Stan Redding.Camera, Janusz Kaminski. Editor, Michael
Kahn. Music, John Williams. Production design, Jeannine Oppewall. Costumes,
Mary Zophres.
Leonardo DiCaprio (Frank Abagnale, Jr.), Tom Hanks (Carl Hanratty),
Christopher Walken (Frank Abagnale), Martin Sheen (Roger Strong), Nathalie
Baye (Paula Abagnale), Amy Adams (Brenda Strong).
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