By Amy Nicholson
By Chris Packham
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By Alan Scherstuhl
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By Scott Foundas
Things are set up pretty much to Nick's liking, and that goes for the home front, too, where there's smooth sailing with his wife, Connie (Cate Blanchett), and two kids. Then, all of a sudden, the comfy status quo of Nick's life is thrown out of balance with the arrival of a new controller, Russell (Billy Bob Thornton), who dresses in black and rides a motorcycle. Russell swaggers into the control room at TRACON with the sexy roll of a cowboy coming into town after a long cattle drive. And his legend has preceded him. According to gossip, Russell likes to play it close to the edge. Word is that he once stood at the end of the runway while a 747 was landing in order to better understand turbulence.
This rocks Nick's world right down to the core. And if Russell's presence alone weren't enough to do it, Russell also happens to be married to a bombshell named Mary (Angelina Jolie), who wears leopard skin and leather and looks through other men as if they were tap water. Much as the arrival of Russell and Mary upsets Nick, it also gives the movie a much-needed kick in the pants. Written by Glen Charles and Les Charles (the creative team responsible for Cheers and Taxi), Pushing Tin derives from a 1996 Sunday New York Times Magazine article by Darcy Frey, and, understandably, its initial appeal -- and most of its humor -- is journalistic. Their presentation of middle-class life on Long Island is not only hilarious, it also rings true.
The same goes for the performances. As Nick, Cusack is the movie's manic engine. From the moment Russell arrives, Nick begins to lose control. Being the best is what Nick expects; he doesn't know how to be in second place -- not even in something as trivial as shooting free throws. And like a man in quicksand, the faster he moves, the deeper he sinks. Russell, on the other hand, is a study in contrasts. Where Nick speeds up, Russell slows down. Where Nick becomes panicky and talks a mile a minute, Russell becomes cryptic and terse. Thornton's minimalism makes Russell appear sexier and more centered. Funnier, too.
For Blanchett, playing a ditzy Long Island housewife after starring as the Virgin Queen may seem like the most radical change of pace imaginable. Regardless, she has brought it off magnificently. Not only does she get all the external business down perfectly -- that is, the wig, the accent, the clothes -- she also manages to give Connie an inner life that is both touchingly human and comic. Though it's certain she won't receive the acclaim for this performance that she earned for her part in Elizabeth, from my view her work in bringing this plain, good-natured woman to life is the better of the two.
Ultimately, though, it is Jolie who ends up stealing the show. As Mary, she lets her eyelids droop and her lower lip swell as if she were just so full of sex that she's almost drunk. It's not just that she's sexy; that goes without saying. But she's so florid and tumescent that she's also a riotous parody of sexiness at the same time. Watching her size up Nick as he attempts to seduce her is like watching a panther toy with a mouse. In short, she's amazing.
With performances as lively and engaging as these, it's hard to simply dismiss Pushing Tin. I admit that I was never actually bored. At the same time, though, the movie never really manages to come together in any meaningful way. Thematically, the movie revolves around the idea of control. Russell is the only controller whose life has real meaning because he has given up any expectation of control. In fact, he stood at the end of the runway not to understand turbulence but to understand surrender. And when Nick comes to Russell for answers at the end of the film, that's where he takes him. Although this may make sense on a poetic level, it comes across as too pat, too Zen an explanation to be satisfying emotionally. Also there's a built-in problem with any movie that must generate the suspense of an impending midair collision using only a few scant markings on a screen. Newell shows an experienced hand with actors, and with actors of this caliber it might seem petty to complain. They give off a light of their own, but in this case, unfortunately, their light reveals how little else there is to applaud.
Opens April 23.
-- Hal Hinson
Twenty-five years have passed since The Harder They Come helped introduce reggae music and culture to the rest of the world, but the island of Jamaica remains barely explored by filmmakers, seen only in the occasional music video or as an exotic vacation paradise in commercials for cruise lines. Though deeply flawed, Dancehall Queen is one of the few films since Jimmy Cliff's street-smart B-movie to show the Jamaica hidden by the travel brochures. Exoticism and gritty realism go hand-in-hand, though unfortunately tied to a story that plays like an amateur version of Rocky with bump-and-grind dancing taking the place of boxing.
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