“Want to see my Jimmy Cagney?”
Unfortunate lack of drama surrounding the Dillinger story means this is an empty but interesting biopic.
I liked the shooty scenes where there’s no music, just the noise of gun-fire. No, I didn’t like the guns, it was the realism I was drawn to. No musical preference tagged on to one rat of bullets over another and no heavy dramatic orchestration to push an audience to believe the shoot out is thrilling and adventurous. Just the ordinary sounds of a violent street fight in 1930s.
Johnny is lost in there and doesn’t come up to the hardened edge needed. His style is brooding but for Dillinger it would surely have been more, well, shouty to say the least. Christian is also a little sheepish but both of them suffer at the hands of a director who sometimes lingers a little too long or tries to drag out some scene around a small character that should be background to the two main opponents.
Wifey described it as glamourous made-for-TV stuff and I’m forced to agree that there isn’t much else to it.
Even the celebrity status of Dillinger isn’t made much of. I mean, I don’t write movies but seems obvious that this is entertainment so the script should either be a true biopic or a razzed up caracature. Pick one, don’t attempt both.
We sat on the internet and read up on the story as we watched the DVD so the second half of the movie was more ‘oh, yeah, Wiki says he did that but not that.’ Interesting is the highest praise I can give it.
Watch if on TV?
No. Once is enough.
Snog, Marry, Avoid?