HOLLYWOOD HOMICIDE (Ron Shelton, 2003)
Reviewed: June 10th, 2003
Let it never be said Ron Shelton is a quitter: After devoting over a decade of
his career entirely to Sports Movies, he has now turned his undivided attention
to L.A. Cop Flicks. Hollywood Homicide marks his second L.A. Cop Flick
of 2003 -- following last winter's very enjoyable if ultimately simplistic Dark
Blue -- and the first half of Shelton's newest had me convinced I might be
witness to something pretty unique, maybe even something special. At its strongest,
Hollywood Homicide is an affectionate, channeling-Elmore Leonard ode
to its titular town, part parody, part buddy movie, with a spring in its step
and a broad smile on its face. Unfortunately it's also bogged down by a plot we
don't particularly give a shit about, some sloppy ideas, some kinda lame dialogue
(surprising, since it was co-written by Shelton himself) and goes on and on at
~two hours (usually a bad sign when a movie's end credits start rolling and the
film just keeps playing oblivious to their existence; in this case the film's
length is so excessive the theater lights literally came on while scenes were
still running); particularly the last twenty minutes or so are an interminable
chase (I know I had the same complaint viz. The Italian Job; for the
most part, fuck chases in my opinion) that had me itching for the aisle.
So I can't quite recommend Hollywood Homicide, but nor am I convinced
it doesn't have some riches to offer. One of Shelton's potent strengths is taking
many of our most talented over-40 Movie Stars and reminding us why they became
Movie Stars in the first place (also ironic that for all of Shelton's facility
with male stars, his last few movies have demonstrated zero adeptness for female
casting; must he employ wife Lolita Davidovich in all his films? And Lena Olin?
Lena Olin?!?!): I'm thinking Costner in Tin Cup, Russell in
Dark Blue and now Harrison Ford, who -- with perhaps the unnotable exception
of Six Days Seven Nights -- has been trapped inside Stick-Up-His-Ass
Roles for almost fifteen years. It's a mighty pleasure to see this magnetic dude
finally relaxed, carefree, ready to party. I now realize that's primarily how
Shelton draws the best outta these paid-to-the-stratosphere actors: He loosens
'em up, asks them to stop taking themselves so fucking seriously, a quality Hollywood
Homicide thankfully shares (and thus why I'm willing to overlook utter absurdities
like the fact twenty-four year old Josh Hartnett is cast as a freakin' detective).
Like I said, Hollywood Homicide is affectionate, but it still ribs the
town it loves; it can be viewed as a sorta lighthearted extension of Dark
Blue's bleakish vision of corruption, with the police here depicted as bumbling,
uninterested-in-actually-being-a-cop buffoons (Ford moonlights as a real estate
broker; Hartnett wants to quit the force to become an actor). Adult comedies are
among the rarest (and most valuable) commodities in the real-life Hollywood--
despite my misgivings, I thank Shelton for doing his best at frequently churning
'em out.
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