Joel and Ethan Coen have always
been masters of sly, good-natured irony, but they’ve never been
adept at conveying sincere human emotion. I can vividly recall every
deliciously oddball twist and turn in The
Big Lebowski and O
Brother, Where Art Thou?, but the Coens distinctive style –
wacky caricatures populating a revisionist genre landscape of
narrative and visual lunacy – tends to keep viewers at a safe,
impassive distance from the action. Their new film, Intolerable Cruelty, is a throwback to the screwball comedies of the
‘30s and ‘40s, and features two delectable lead performances
from George Clooney and Catherine Zeta-Jones as a divorce lawyer and
gold digger engaged in a war of romantic wills. What it cannot
deliver, however, is the requisite passion necessary to make this
muddled film sizzle.
Miles Massey (Clooney) is the quintessential legal shark, an amoral divorce lawyer renowned for his linguistic cunning and his airtight “Massey Pre-nup.” As played by Clooney, Massey is a fatuous superstar obsessed with projecting a flawless, debonair image of himself, but his success proves no cure for an unshakable discontent with his life. Something is missing from this divorce lawyer’s charmed world, and the predictable irony is that it’s love. Pitted against Marylin Rexroth (Zeta-Jones) during a routine divorce proceeding, Massey falls head-over-heels for this conniving beauty who, it turns out, is hell-bent on marrying a rich fool just so she can usurp his fortune during the ensuing legal separation. If Massey is a tiger shark, Marylin is a great white, and it’s not long before Massey is declaring to Marylin in breathless reverence, “You fascinate me.”
Clooney and Zeta-Jones make a dashing couple, and the rat-a-tat-tat witticisms they playfully volley at each other give the film most of its zip. Yet by interjecting a series of amusing but unnecessary cartoonish side characters into the romantic mix – including Geoffrey Rush as a wronged soap opera producer, Billy Bob Thornton as Marylin’s cowboy second husband, and Cedric the Entertainer as a private investigator – the Coens wind up creating a film with something of an identity crisis. The script (by Robert Ramsey, Matthew Stone, and Joel and Ethan Coen) awkwardly seesaws between romance and slapstick, and this lack of a consistent tone frequently sabotages the film’s delightful performances. More often than one would like, Intolerable Cruelty merely resembles a typical Hollywood love story embellished with a few signature Coen touches.
Still, if the Coens’ latest feels
like an awkward conceptual experiment rather than an affecting
triumph, there nonetheless are moments of inspired hilarity. Cedric
the Entertainer’s boisterous Gus Petch, a P.I. who derives immense
pleasure from clandestinely videotaping cheating husbands, is a
riot, even if his presence in the film seems superfluous at best. As
an asthmatic assassin named Wheezy Joe, Irwin Keyes delivers a
knockout peripheral performance that humorously melds lunkheaded
obedience with indifference. Yet it is Clooney, smoothly
undercutting Massey’s air of suave pretension with a charmingly
goofy vulnerability, that keeps this wayward story on course. With
his chic designer suits and absurdly sophisticated elocution,
Clooney gives his love-struck litigator a buffoonish but gentle
soul, and his transformation from unscrupulous cad to sentimental
softy is a small triumph of comedic acting. That the rest of this
tepid film never matches Clooney’s madcap verve is, given the
Coens’ preference for zany excess over human drama, probably not
the irony the filmmakers were looking for.
Review by Nicholas Schager · Nitrate Online
