Trailers
Hail, Caesar!
The Coen Brothers’ broader comedies tend to get a mixed
response from critics, who prefer their blacker, more caustic affairs (A Serious Man, Barton Fink, Inside Llewyn
Davis). Probably only Raising Arizona
and O Brother, Where Art Thou? have
been unreservedly clutched to bosoms, so it remains to be seen how Hail, Caesar! fares. The trailer shows
it off as big, bold, goofy, shamelessly cheerful and – something that always
goes down well with awards ceremonies – down with taking affectionate swipes at
Tinseltown. Seeing as how the unabashedly cartoonish The Grand Budapest Hotel swung a host of Oscar nominations (and a
couple of wins), I wouldn’t put anything out of the question. Also, as O Brother proved, punctuation marks in
titles are a guarantee of acclaim.
I’m an easy sell for Coens fare, though. Burn After Reading is very funny,
particularly John Malkovich’s endlessly expressive swearing. Intolerable Cruelty makes me laugh a
lot, particularly Clooney’s double takes and checking his teeth. I can even
find good things to say about The
Ladykillers (despite the fact that they, of all people, should have known
the futility of remaking it). That the brothers get a kick of making
deceptively lowbrow fare, sharply written slapstick where their protagonists
are invariably morons (or think they’re much smarter than they are), is
something to be celebrated, rather than pining for them to chart a more
respectable course.
Of course, The Big
Lebowski had an appreciative but hardly rapturous reception when it was
first released, and now it’s certainly the most popular – although sometimes
the lines between a big cult movie and one more widely popular are difficult to
distinguish – of their pictures. Outside of that, the plaudits generally come
down to Blood Simple (in some
respects their “straightest” picture), Fargo
(although it’s one I have no great passion for) and No Country for Old Men (no arguments there, it’s an absolute
classic). With 17 features under their belts, there’s now more than enough room
to claim neglected gems (feted as it was A
Serious Man seems destined to be most under seen, along with The Man Who Wasn’t There, one I find
less satisfying).
Perhaps the key for their comedies to muster a following is
the creation a lasting milieu; Raising
Arizona did it with it’s live action Road
Runner aesthetic, Lebowski with
its’ spaced out Raymond Chandler vibe, O
Brother played on Preston Sturges pictures by way of Homer with a nostalgic
sepia tint. In contrast, Cruelty, Ladykillers and Burn never set out such an indelible backdrop and world. The Hudsucker Proxy, much as I like it,
only half succeeds, absolutely catching fire whenever Jennifer Jason Leigh’s fast-talking
screwball journalist is in the frame (and Bruce Campbell in his best Coens
role), but rather stagnating with Tim Robbins’ open-browed shmuck.
So Hail, Caesar!
seems to be ahead when it comes to setting, broadcasting an instantly
identifiable parody of ‘50s Hollywood, from unwisely cast sword and sandals
epics to lavish musicals and ho-hum cowboy pictures. It also seems to have been
bubbling under forever (since 2004 at least, when it concerned actors in a play
about ancient Rome), announced as one where Clooney’s incomparable skills at
playing an idiot would be call upon once again, the third in his starring “Numbskull
Trilogy” (although presumably Burn makes Hail
his fourth). The central character now
appears to be Josh Brolin’s fixer Eddie Mannix (less Ray Donovan and more only slightly less a numbskull than Clooney’s
Baird Whitlock, by the look of it).
The Coens have reaped rewards from going to the movies
before, most notably in Barton Fink,
but this time they’re really going to town on casting absolutely whoever they feel like, and for that it
recalls Burn After Reading. We have returning faces (Clooney, Brolin,
Tilda Swinton, ScarJo, and Frances McDormand). This is Brolin’s first comedy
with the pair, and he looks like he’s really enjoying himself.
Certainly, the trailer’s an expertly edited piece, possibly
the best this year, a medley of great dialogue, sounds, gestures and
inflections of the sort you know were all on the page waiting for the actors to
bring to life. All set to the infectious accompaniment of Jamie N Commons’ Rumble and Sway. You get the impression
everyone just loves working for the brothers, digging into indelible dialogue
and characters.
Clooney’s obsessed with his teeth again, and his staccato
delivery as Whitlock (great character names, obviously) suggests a
Shatner-esque ham. (“A truth we could
see, if we had but… If we ha… Ha…”) The sight of Brolin, clock-watching, clutching
his briefcase, scuttling away from Swinton’s nosey journalist (having to split
her time between Wes Andersons, the Coens, Terry Gilliam and Jim Jarmusch must
be such a chore), is priceless (“20
million readers want the truth, Eddie”; “Truth, yes, hmm”) Best of all is the pun on the kidnappers’ name,
making it sound as if Eddie has stepped into a science fiction B-picture (“Mr Mannix? I know it sounds screwy, but
someone’s calling from The Future”; “Good
Lord!”)
I’ll be upfront and say I’m not ScarJo’s biggest fan,
but she looks like she’s on good form here, playing up the silver screen siren
and attempting to fluster a marvellously cast Jonah Hill (“You must have very strong forearms. Is it hard, squeezing it like that?”;
“It’s part of the job, miss”).
Of the other newcomers, Fiennes doesn’t have as instantly
iconic a role as he did for Grand
Budapest, but his delivery is all there, Alden Ehrenreich gets a great line
(“This is bad. Bad for movie stars
everywhere”) and Channing Tatum does what he does best (playing a loveable
moron, by the look of it).
I’m actually most intrigued to see some of the less
prolific thesps making hay with Coens lines; Clancy Brown’s reaction to Clooney
drying is just dynamite. I have no idea what Christopher Lambert will be like
(he’s sitting on the crane chair), but I’m dying to see. Likewise Dolph
Lundgren’s Submarine Commander. Its as if they’ve purposefully rounded up a bunch
‘80s B-legends (and are big fans of Highlander).
So where will this stand in their numbskull quadrilogy? On
the face of it, and if trailers reflected quality, I’d say it’s vying with O Brother. It looks like it will be one
of the most pure “fun” movies of 2016. Forget about Batman vs Superman and Bridget
Jones Baby. And Ben-Hur (at least
two of those, I already have). This is the must-see of the year (and not long
to wait; it’s out in February).
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