By AMY NICHOLSON
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By Stephanie Zacharek
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By Alan Scherstuhl
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By JOEL BEERS
By Kevin Dilmore
Mann on the Run
The life and crimes of John Dillinger in the fast and furious Public Enemies
“They’re all about where people come from. Nobody seems to wonder where somebody’s going.” So says the Depression-era bank-robber-cum-folk-hero John Dillinger upon surveying the clientele of a chic Chicago eatery in a key scene from Michael Mann’s Public Enemies. And, much like its subject, Mann’s exhilarating movie exists in a state of perpetual forward motion.
Dillinger (played superbly by Johnny Depp) spends most of the movie on the run, as does the movie itself. But even when Dillinger is at rest—in those moments when he finds himself in jail or in the arms of a woman—Public Enemies exudes a nervous tension, the sense that flight is imminent. (One of the tensest scenes takes place at a traffic light.) It’s a feeling that Mann intensifies by shooting the entire movie with a battery of high-definition video cameras—most of them handheld—that record the action in violent jolts and swooshes, the way things might look if Dillinger were still robbing banks today, his exploits captured by camera phones and broadcast over YouTube. The result, like Bonnie and Clyde 40 years earlier, is a period gangster movie that scarcely feels period at all, from its sense of style to the state of the nation’s banking industry.
Visually, Public Enemies seems like the summation of something Mann has been steadily building toward since he first incorporated video-shot footage into the dynamic opening training montage of Ali in 2001. Where digital methods have gradually become the industry standard by simulating the dense, luxuriant textures of film, Mann embraces video precisely for the ways in which it is unlike film: for the hyper-real clarity of its images, for the way the lightweight cameras move through space, and for its ability to see sharper and more deeply into his beloved night. Mann previously shot a TV series (Robbery Homicide Division) and two other features (Collateral and Miami Vice) by similar means, but with Public Enemies, he gives up pushing the digital envelope in favor of tearing it right open. At every turn, he rejects classical notions of cinematic “beauty” and formulates new ones, just as the intensely stylized urban vistas of Thief, Manhunter and the Miami Vice TV series cast off the gritty naturalism of the previous decade’s New American Cinema. The sounds and images rush at you headlong, and before you can fully get a handle on them, something else takes their place, as if by a brusque stroke of the painter’s brush. (I am haunted by the shot of Dillinger being wakened by gunshots while hiding out in Wisconsin’s Little Bohemia lodge, the camera springing off his body as if it, too, had been startled from sleep.) Much of Public Enemies wouldn’t look out of place in a video-art gallery space. What the convention-craving multiplex crowd will make of it all is anybody’s guess.
Dramatically, the movie offers a variation on a favored Mann theme—an elegant professional criminal and a dogged lawman (here, Christian Bale’s implacable “G-Man,” Melvin Purvis) pursuing each other into an existential void. Although the credits say the screenplay was adapted by Mann and two other writers from Vanity Fair reporter Bryan Burrough’s 600-page account of the 1930s interstate crime wave and the rise of the FBI under J. Edgar Hoover (played by a very amusing Billy Crudup), the movie Mann has made more often suggests a period redo of his own 1995 crime saga Heat, albeit reduced nearly to the point of abstraction. There are long stretches in Public Enemies when it feels as if Mann, like the French noir master Jean-Pierre Melville at his most elemental, would be happy to film nothing but men in tailored suits and charcoal overcoats slicing through landscapes, illuminating the night with bursts of yellow gunfire. Some storied members of Dillinger’s gang are barely afforded a close-up or a line of dialogue, while Dillinger himself emerges as the tersest in Mann’s gallery of flinty, self-aware men of action. In lieu of the crackling monologues by which Mann characters often assert their raisons d’être, Depp says, simply, “I’m John Dillinger. I rob banks.” Likewise, those robberies are brisk, expedient affairs rarely lasting more than two minutes each. Where Mann staged the heist sequences at the center of Thief and Heat as a kind of grand opera, Dillinger’s are closer to proletariat street theater.
Compelled by processes, Mann saturates Public Enemies with vivid details, never belabored, of ’30s-era intelligence-gathering techniques and the minutiae of Dillinger’s balletic jailbreaks. Above all, he seems fascinated by the process of death itself, when it comes to those men determined to cheat it. Early in the film, Purvis finds a mortally wounded colleague moments before the man takes his last breath. Later, when he and Dillinger meet for the first time, the robber says to the lawman, “It’s the eyes, ain’t it? They look at you before they go, and then they just drift away into nothing.” Like many a Mann protagonist before him, Dillinger talks about getting out of this racket, of making one last score and then dropping off the map with his lover, French-Native American coat-check girl Billie Frechette (an excellent Marion Cotillard), but even as he’s saying it, we (and she) don’t quite believe it. Dillinger seems no more able to stop robbing banks than Mann can stop making movies.
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