I am drawn to dark, edgy
films depicting characters that are nasty, brutish and amoral, doing
inexpressible acts to their fellow man; not horror films - they are too over
the top - but movies that awaken my dread of what many people gravely
experience as reality. The idea of vengeance quenched is quixotic, but in the
transported world of the movies retribution is possible and often probable.
Director Scott Cooper’s OUT OF THE FURNACE falls into the above category, joined by a terrific cast, but
disappointedly full of plot inconsistencies which to a person like myself – who
tries to figure things out, those incongruities loom large getting stuck in my
head becoming a prickly disturbance.
This is a film that does not
equivocate about the bonds between family; the responsibility of being your
“brother’s keeper”; tending to one’s ill parent, attempting to sustain an
ethical life despite the roadblocks that chance and circumstance put in life’s
path. The lead actor, Christian Bale, who gets better and better with each movie, stars as Russell Baze – a man who cannot “catch a break” - who we first
encounter working amidst the hot, blazing steel mill furnaces in a working
class, economically scarred town in Pennsylvania. Bleak images of rows of
clapboard houses are familiar – we have seen them many times in many movies -
photographed in the beclouded grays of hopelessness. Russell is a bright light
in this fog of desolation, an inference of religious “saintliness” hangs over
his persona; penance and redemption follow.
Casey Affleck, an actor who
physically looks like the classic clean-cut high-school football star, though
slighter in build, portrays Russell’s younger brother Rodney – wounded, erratic
and traumatized from multiple tours of duty in Iraq; the sibling who his Uncle
(a reliably comfortable and comforting Sam Shepard) tells us in an aside was
“trouble even as a kid”. Psychologically seared by the war, Rodney cannot adapt
to the ordinariness of existence and the economic deprivation he finds at home,
propelling him to bizarre solutions, including gambling and bare-knuckle
fighting; his Manager, a greedy and rapacious William Dafoe pushing the plot
into even darker regions of emptiness and abyss.
Woody Harrelson is riveting
as the vicious personification of evil ruling over his inbred clan of loathsome
reprobates dealing drugs and wagering on mano-a-mano battles - not in the
mountains of Appalachia but in the hills of Ramapo, NJ. Soon the “lost” brother
becomes a master brawler in the arena of predatory slugfests, surrounded by
fierce bloodthirsty spectators. Eventually the two worlds –one from the factory
and the other from the backwoods - collide in an explosion of violence and
reckoning; the interior core values of Christian Bale's character teetering at the tipping point.
Despite good supporting
performances by Forest Whitaker and Zoe Saldana (though women play a small part
in this testosterone suffused film,) OUT OF THE FURNACE has scenes that made me groan with frustration – how
can a director get away with interspersing a deer-hunting stalk-and-kill
spectacle with images of dripping blood from the movie's climactic combat fisticuffs, without resorting to cheap pretentious
obviousness? There were also anomalies concerning time and place that I felt
were due to sloppy editing, unsuitable to an otherwise gripping and sensitive
cinematic production - a tale of a man, Russell Baze, scorched by the
contingencies of fortune, fiercely struggling to maintain his innate compassion
and humanity when faced with the depraved ambiance that he is impelled to
confront.
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