Never has bank robbery looked so beautiful. In Michael Mann’s Public Enemies, each heist is an intricately choreographed dance of aggression, fear and violence that is always just about to disintegrate into chaos. These masterful action sequences would have been even better if we knew, or cared, a little more about the people who are enacting them. Unfortunately, Mann does not seem particularly interested in people, and the whole exercise of Public Enemies is a magnificent triumph of style over content.
The problem all begins with Johnny Depp’s John Dillinger, who looks down the road of bank heists toward either death or some kind of transcendence. He exercises the same kind of charisma on the media circus of the movie as he does on the cinema audience, but the nuts and bolts of his authority over his crew are never really addressed. Various hard cases from around the country all seem more than ready to take their lead from this soulful romantic with a Tommy gun.
At least Dillinger has style on his side, and after the addition of Marion Cotillard’s Billie Frechette as his love interest, he is irresistible. As an encouragement to live for the moment and damn all the rest, their romance is up there with Warren Beatty and Faye Dunaway in Bonnie and Clyde (1967), though rather less convincing. Cotillard does more real acting in her few short sequences than is done in most of the rest of the film, managing to convey the vulnerability and pride of Dillinger’s girl, a waif blown about on the terrible whirlwinds of violence that rage around her.
While the members of Dillinger’s gang are a shadowy cast of figures who generally only acquire a personality moments before they die, the bunch of FBI agents under the lead of Christian Bale’s Special Agent Melvin Purvis are even more insubstantial.
The agents are portrayed both as violent and inept, and in many ways not very different than Dillinger’s various gang members. They operate against the background of J. Edgar Hoover’s attempts to build up the bureau into a modern technocratic agency. The politics that drive Purvis are dealt with in a cursory manner, a mere nod to the book on which the film is loosely based — Bryan Burrough’s Public Enemies: America’s Greatest Crime Wave and the Birth of the FBI, 1933-34 — and hint at a fascinating story behind Dillinger’s romancing and shoot-’em-up activities that was taking place in the corridors of power. Other tantalizing hints are given to the changing nature of organized crime at this time, with the powerful syndicates running numbers and other rackets distancing themselves from violent, attention-seeking robbers like Dillinger.
Purvis is deeply hampered by the lack of experienced muscle in his force, and this provides an opportunity for the introduction of some old-school lawmen, most notably embodied by the massive form and cold wise eyes of Stephen Lang, who plays Charles Winstead, a traditional lawman of the Texas Ranger stamp.
There are many gorgeous and hugely expressive images and sequences in Public Enemies. It has been widely commented that the digital format has a coldness that deprives Public Enemies of the lush colors often associated with such period pieces. Rather than weakening the film, this does much to undercut the exoticism of the 1930s setting, giving it a harder contemporary edge.
Music adds to the many appealing qualities of Public Enemies, which features Diana Krall as a club singer and has her rendition of Bye, Bye Blackbird as a central motif running through the film. Tracks by Billie Holiday, Otis Taylor and Blind Willie Johnson feed into the vein of sorrow and hardship that was Depression-era America, and provide the period atmosphere even more effectively than the visuals.
Given that Public Enemies is supposed to tell the story of Dillinger, it would be nice to have left the theater with a little more knowledge about the progress of his life or the world in which he lived. Mann has given us a gorgeous collage, and though he has included many of the most significant events of Dillinger’s story, he seems to be telling anyone who asks to look up the facts elsewhere.
Correction:
The running time for Public Enemies was originally listed as 104 minutes. It is in fact 140 minutes. The Taipei Times regrets the error.
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