A big, bawdy brouhaha of a movie, David O. Russell’s followup to Silver Linings Playbook never fails to entertain, especially in recreating the Seventies. Yet it never coheres to a point. It’s all pointless seems to be its point. Silver Linings Playbook had a point: Relationships – family relationships especially – matter no matter what. American Hustle thus has limited upside, even as its spectacular execution glimmers brightly.
Its A-list moviestars deliver spectacularly well, starting with Christian Bale and Bradley Cooper’s romantic triangle with Amy Adams’ faux British stripper-conartist. Then there’s Jennifer Lawrence, in her second grownup role, live-wiring every scene she’s in, which aren’t enough but still more than sufficient to make American Hustle a must-see movie. The nearby clip gives a taste of JLaw’s latest addition to her canon.
Loosely based on the FBI Abscam Operation, when the Feds enjoined a conman to help them reel in bribable politicians, it ends up being mostly a ribald celebration of Tony Soprano’s New Jersey during the late Seventies. Disco, cocaine, tough guys wearing curlers before going out at night, deeply plunging necklines on both women and men: the Garden State embraced the Me Decade in its own distinctive style.
Plenty of laughs get triggered along the way, adding oodles of fun to the entertainment value, but making it impossible to take seriously. That’s left-handed for sure, especially in light of so many professional critics falling all over themselves to declare it a Best Picture candidate. But it doesn’t deserve that level of ovation.
It does deserve heaps of praise for being big and entertaining and funny and glamorous, a glimmering Seventies mirrorball come to the silver screen. American Hustle boogies till it just can’t boogie no more.
The Big Five stars are getting heaps of glory for their performance, though only the four Russell Regulars struck me as deserving of all the praise.
David O. Russell remains a fundamentally terrific director, even if American Hustle isn’t likely to be in his Final Four Filmography.
Mildly sordid: mildly erotic, mildly violent, mildly profane.
“Some of this actually happened.” appears onscreen at the start of the movie. By “this” David O. Russell means circumstances: names, ages, actions and so on and so forth. Thus I’m placing the CircoReality slider at 2.1 of Normal, aka just a nose into the Surreal.
History vs. Hollywood has details about where American Hustle plays fast and loose with the truth.
Regarding BrianSez’s Review
“The greatness of this film lies in its cast.” Here! Here!