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Gangs Mentality

Scorsese's latest epic offers a slice-and-dice history of New York City.

Martin Scorsese's latest epic of the streets, Gangs of New York, means to show us how a great metropolis was forged from the mid-nineteenth-century cauldron of unbridled greed, ethnic violence and the Civil War. It means to give us the city as wild frontier -- without the usual cowboy hats.

This is a tall order, and the filmmaker's ambition begins to look oversized -- if not unmanageable -- right from the start, when he stages a pitched battle between a gang of English-descended Nativists and a gang of scrappy Irish immigrants, the Dead Rabbits. On a winter day in 1846, they turn their rude little corner of lower Manhattan, the Five Points, into a medieval killing field. If you think Scorsese's small-time GoodFellas Mafiosi were ruthless, wait until you see what these guys do to each other with axes, clubs, daggers and maces. Their war trophies include ears and noses.

The problem here lies not in the abundance of blood -- we've seen that before -- but in the film's pounding insistence, which prevails for all two hours and forty minutes, that we also absorb a rather thin and unreliable history lesson. There's certainly nothing wrong with learning something at the movies, but Scorsese and his team of three screenwriters -- Jay Cocks, Steven Zaillian (Schindler's List) and Kenneth Lonergan (You Can Count on Me) -- are far more inclined toward romance (including the romance of violence) than to fact, and in the end we learn about as much about the Draft Riots of 1863 and the emergence of Irish political power in New York as Gone With the Wind taught us about the Civil War. Seen one way, Gangs serves up bogus history in the old Hollywood style. Seen another, it's an extended infomercial for cutlery products.

Daniel Day-Lewis and Leonardo DiCaprio get chummy in Gangs of New York.
Daniel Day-Lewis and Leonardo DiCaprio get chummy in Gangs of New York.

That doesn't mean, however, that Scorsese's oft-delayed, $100 million-dollar baby is a flop. He has dreamed of making this picture for 25 years, ever since coming under the spell of Herbert Asbury's rather less-heroic 1928 book about ethnic warfare in nineteenth- century New York, and his strengths as a moviemaker are evident even as his larger social purposes go awry. Just as he did in the tough Queens barrooms of GoodFellas and the tea-sipping salons of The Age of Innocence, this most obsessive and observant of directors keeps a firm grasp on the codes of tribal ritual. If any filmmaker can coax better performances from actors, he hasn't shown up yet. Taken as a bloody slice of street life in the 1800s, rather than as carved-in-stone history, Gangs comes off as stimulating entertainment -- complete with such colorful period details as bare-knuckle boxing, the wiles of female pickpockets and the proper method of butchering a pig carcass. Asbury's brutish book, which has attracted a new cult of readers, is full of such minutiae, but it has virtually nothing to say about New York City's troubled rise to greatness. That's all Scorsese -- in his new role as the poet of urban mysticism, the Walt Whitman of movies.

The central characters, while nicely drawn, don't generally surprise. Blond matinee idol Leonardo DiCaprio, thicker and beefier now, stars as the hero: one Amsterdam Fallon, an orphaned tough who returns after sixteen years in reform school to the rough-and-tumble of Five Points in order to avenge the death of his father (Liam Neeson). An inspirational Irish warrior, Priest Fallon was slain in the gang fight that opens the film. We also get Jenny Everdeane (Cameron Diaz), a quick-fingered swindler and whore with a heart of, well, goldplate, who's destined to become young Fallon's love interest. Their common antagonist (and the movie's most vivid presence) is a vicious Nativist bigot named William Cutting (Daniel Day-Lewis) -- "Bill the Butcher" to his intimates. His vast street power and alliance with the corrupt majordomo of Tammany Hall, William "Boss" Tweed (Jim Broadbent), prefigure the mob godfathers to come in the next century. It is the Butcher who killed Amsterdam's father before the boy's very eyes, and Amsterdam means to kill him, in ritual style. But first Scorsese and his writers lay on some familiar dollops of Oedipal melodrama as the kid play-acts at becoming Bill's surrogate son, and it comes to light that Jenny, too, was once the Butcher's surrogate child -- among other things.

As portrayed by Day-Lewis, who came out of premature retirement to play this part, Bill the Butcher is a curious mixture of contradictions that befit what Scorsese sees as a defining moment in the city's (and the country's) history. With his pirate's mustache and jaunty stovepipe hats, he is at once a man of honor and an outright savage-- an early model for Jake LaMotta, perhaps. But these are the 1860s, so Bill's intriguing patois combines the niceties of the drawing room with the crude expletives of emerging American street vernacular. The tongue-lashing he gives to Happy Jack Mulraney (John C. Reilly), a crooked cop on the payroll, contains this hybrid gem: "I don't give a damn about your moral conundrum, you meatheaded shit sack." Meanwhile, he calls Amsterdam "another bastard son of Erin I folded in my embrace."

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