A tremendous cast makes short work of an overwrought but underdone story in Broken City. Crowe, Wahlberg and Zeta-Jones are the single-namers, and Kyle Chandler should be. They’re not all. The strong supporting cast includes Barry Pepper, luscious Natalie Martinez and engaging newcomer Britney Theriot.
Russell Crowe plays the Mayor of New York like a Godfather in pinstripes, at daggers with Katherine Zeta-Jones as his wife, and a hero to the gay community. The Mayor sacks Mark Wahlberg’s NYPD Detective after a good kill gone bad, then brings him back seven years later to get incriminating pics on his wife, who’s apparently sleeping with Kyle Chandler. Great setup, that. Great climax to follow? Not so much.
Broken City’s arch dialog occasionally crosses over into melodrama and its action never gets above parboil, even as this aspiring action movie affects an old school hard-boil, an attitude not easily pulled off these days. Thus its reach exceeds its grasp, even if that grasp is often impressively powerful.
For fans of the davvero grande cast, NYC movies, old school political thrillers and two-fisted private eye stories, Broken City mostly works. More panned than praised by the professional critics, it delivers better than most politicians do, even if that’s a low bar these days.
Mark Wahlberg’s nice-guy toughness is a welcome sight in movies nowadays. That said, he’s an odd leading man, not handsome or ugly, and weak-voiced to boot. Sure he’s got the Marky-Mark body, which is big screen worthy. Anyway, a movie’s not worth viewing just ‘cause he’s in it, but he’s never less than a welcome sight.
Russell Crowe, OTOH, is a surefire draw, a guy who never gives a less than compelling performance. Here he masterfully plays the role of big time pol, including channeling JFK’s maternal grandfather Honey Fitz. The best part of a Crowe performance is when he amps up his BIG VOICE. It always comes and is always worth waiting for. Not to worry, it does here too.
Catherine Zeta-Jones has her most assured star turn in years, albeit a small one in terms of screen time. Looking good – well preserved and super-MILFy – she purrs like a big cat in the Big Apple. More please.
Kyle Chandler deserves to be a leading man, not just the best supporting actor in every third movie. Come on Hollywood, step up. You won’t be sorry.
Supporters:
Allen Hughes does a great job in his first solo directing gig, i.e., without the other member of The Hughes Brothers. The script he’s working from drags down his film a bit, but so be it.
Velvet-gloved menace pervades this mostly uptown potboiler.
Standard issue Hollywood surrealism pervades Broken City. To pick one example among many, Mark Wahlberg goes from stumbling drunk to sharp as a tack in less time than it takes for a cross-town taxi ride.
Of more interest is the movie’s political stance, in particular that of the challenger to the Mayor’s seat, whose positions are like a syllabus from Obama 101. Spouted by a Connecticut trust fund kid, they come across more ridiculous than usual.
A paean to the gay community trumps all in the movie’s extensive channeling of Obamanism. It’s like a dog whistle to the Left. If only it were less subterranean in terms of the plot, the movie might have touched greatness instead of topping out at very good.