INTOLERABLE CRUELTY (Joel [and Ethan] Coen, 2003) 80
Reviewed: September 10th, 2003
[Spoiler-free.]
This is the Coens' most overtly romantic film, longing for a true love that might
never come and marked by a fascinating tug-of-war between Brian Grazer's title
card and the singular sensibility of two of our greatest filmmakers. Those fearing
the Coens have 'gone Hollywood' and churned out conventional romantic comedy ought
not worry: both Variety and The Hollywood Reporter name check The Awful Truth
in their reviews, but Intolerable Cruelty is actually pitched closer
to Danny DeVito's fatalistic account of marital discord, The War of the Roses.
The Coens' trademark cynicism pervades most frames, but there's an internal questioning
of the cynicism, and just as The Man Who Wasn't There can be seen as
an answer to Coen detractors who have always labeled the duo hollow and unfeeling,
Intolerable Cruelty can be taken as Joel and Ethan's follow-up statement.
Clooney's (ostensibly cold, actually deeply emotional) character is plagued by
the emptiness of early success, the accomplishment of so much by midlife that
the question wherefore next can become crushing. Perhaps this is exactly where
the Coens found themselves post-The Man Who Wasn't There. After nine
films, their Oscar-winning career was one of the most remarkable in the modern
canon; after tackling nearly every genre, their critical reputation as esteemed
as almost anyone else making movies. Yet the one notable achievement which still
eluded the brothers was widespread popular success; maybe they felt attempting
to craft a Big Hit while maintaining their unique integrity was the most daunting
new challenge they could imagine. Irrespective of motive, at times Grazer's influence
seems to be genuinely beneficial: Intolerable Cruelty's pessimism is
movingly (and crucially) balanced by an idealism, its stance on love genuinely
conflicted, torn between no-compromise purity and marriage as a heartless battlefield.
This is a Coen film (cartoonish, not broad), both in the hilariously
offbeat supporting players (is an excellent Cedric the Entertainer -- playing
the role earmarked for Jon Polito -- another Grazer concession, or the Coens finally
deciding to broaden their racial horizons?), the gloriously frenzied writing (who
else can mine such huge laughs outta nothing more than character names?) and the
impeccable visualizing (following up his ostentatious work on The Man Who
Wasn't There, it'd be an easy mistake to underrate Roger Deakins's photography
here; but in its lush sheens -- oozing bold colors and high life glamour -- it's
nearly as beautiful as anything he's ever shot). Nitpicks aside (parts of the
third act might not work as effectively as they should, minor concerns re: Zeta-Jones's
character, a few of the little mainstreamy gags fall flat), Intolerable Cruelty
is a deliberate progression of an ever-widening career, neither disappointing
nor formulaic, a sort of satisfyingly bittersweet pang.
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