I saw ROCKNROLLA, and it kicked MIGHTY ARSE. And while it doesn’t have the shock of the new, I reckon this is the best of Guy Ritchie’s good movies. And that bar’s pretty damn high. I saw it in London, where it’s set, although the London of the film is totally Ritchiefied. We’re back in Lock Stock and Snatch territory (thank fuck), where everyone has a name like One-Two or Mumbles, and speaks a deranged mockney argot. Come to think of it, they did that in Revolver too, but here we don’t have to deal with Jason Statham shouting at his own ego in a lift for minutes that felt like days.
Anyway, from the moment the opening credits not so much kick in as explode onto the screen – up there with Seven, Catch Me If You Can, and The Incredibles, in recent years – it’s clear Ritchie means business. He must know what dogs his last two movies were, he must know he won’t get too many more chances, but despite that, there’s a bravura confidence to this I wasn’t expecting. In the first five minutes we meet about a thousand characters, and if it wasn’t for Mark Strong’s splendidly laconic voiceover you’d be utterly lost. Even with it you’re struggling, but who cares? The camera’s flying around, the performances are mostly spot-on, the music kills.
The plot is basically about upstart oligarch Russians taking over London properties from the old-school likes of Lenny Cole, played by the reliably superb Tom Wilkinson. He’s having an extraordinary run right now, and this is a nice addition to the canon. His consigliere is the cool-as-all-shit Mark Strong, and the pair of them rock together. Lenny is owed a serious amount of money – I couldn’t tell you how much, not having understood the mockney slang – by a bunch of would-be gangsters, led by Gerard Butler’s One-Two, and it’s their attempts to get that money, inadvertently sabotaging Lenny’s deals with the Russian mogul every time, that form the central spine of the movie.
But like I said, there are any number of other spin-off storylines and characters, including various junkies, thieves, gangsters, pop stars, music promoters (the slightly underused Ludacris and Jeremy Piven), and a scheming accountant, played with drawling deadpan sexiness by Thandie Newton. While not even Guy Ritchie’s agent would argue that he can write good parts for women – anyone remember a female character in Lock Stock? Or Snatch? And then there’s Swept Away, which makes you glad there weren’t any women in the others – at least here the single note he gives Newton to play is a good one, and she seems to be having a fine old time.
As do all the others. Gerard Butler finds a nice line in self-mockery; he and Newton have a spectacularly uncool dancing scene together that drew howls of laughter from the audience. He’s kind of a dork, and all the cooler for it. Also in his crew are Idris Elba and Tom Hardy, whose romantic yearnings form the basis for some of the best jokes in the movie.
But the standout performance, the one that really makes you feel you’re watching a new star beginning to shine, is that of Toby Kebbell. He made a good impression in the magnificent Dead Man’s Shoes, and I remember him in Control, but not a lot else. In fact, nothing else. But here, as the dissolute rock star Johnny Quid, he just fucking blazes. Women will want to do him (my girlfriend was stuck to her seat), men will want to be him; basically, the world is his to own.
Or it would be, if Ritchie didn’t have it in his pocket already. Reannouncing himself as a superb director both of set-pieces – a STUNNING chase scene where Butler is pursued by two Russian heavies who absolutely will not stop – and pure comedy – the aforementioned dance scene, the shortest sex scene in the world, and many more - Ritchie is on top form here. And as a writer, he’s having fun again. There’s no Kabbalahian subtext to distract, annoy or confuse. There’s just a cool story to tell, and a party to be had telling it.
It’s not a perfect film. A couple of the performances don’t really work, and occasionally it loses itself in needless exposition, as if it doesn’t realise what a good time we’re having in our ignorance. But basically it fucking pegs along, looking great and sounding even better, until the cool and genuinely surprising twist in the tail. And then, in typically confident style, the film ends by announcing that a sequel will be coming soon, which is a) good news and b) a flat-out ballsy move considering that this one hasn’t even opened yet. But judging from the audience response throughout, and the applause at the end, the sequel will be coming, and I’ll see you there.
Let the mistrust begin. For a few months. Then you’ll see it, and know I was right.
Originally Posted by Faramjr
) Rocknrolla. La nota positiva è che il film è un ritorno allo stile dei suoi film migliori, la nota negativa è che è stato "hollywoodizzato" e il film dovrebbe essere il primo di una trilogia.
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