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An adaptation of George V. Higgins's 1974 novel Cogan's Trade, Andrew Dominik's Killing Them Softly anatomizes a self-policing underground economy of junkies, killers and administrators to indict a present-day mainstream world — the world into which the film is being released by Harvey Weinstein, heralded by misleadingly generic TV adverts wedged into halftime breaks — by suggesting that the criminal satellite economy and the "straight" superstructure are functionally the same.
Dominik's last film, the woefully under-seen The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, also explored the distinctly American mirroring between outlaw life and "normal" business; where that film was so painterly as to almost turn its subject into an abstraction, Killing Them Softly leaves no question as to its "real" reason for being. It's a movie that shows, and then tells, tells, and tells again, its vibrant conjuring of contemporary cynicism felled by Dominik's lack of faith in his audience's ability to connect thematic dots.
This hyper-violent crime drama is bookended by excerpts from real speeches given in 2008 by Barack Obama. The film's opening credits play over audio from candidate Obama's DNC speech, his lofty words about the promise and potential of America contrasted with artfully exaggerated images encapsulating the America of the financial crisis that has backdropped the Obama era. Ex-con Frankie (Scoot McNairy) emerges into a tornado of trash swirling around city streets dominated by burned-out buildings, weed-strewn empty lots and side-by-side campaign billboards advertising Obama and John McCain. In the film's final scene, Obama's words are contested by Jackie Cogan (Brad Pitt, on killer-cool autopilot), a hit man who strives to be the very definition of "professional." He scoffs at the president-elect's evocation of the American dream, declaring, "America isn't a country; it's just a business."
Other than deliver the punchline, Pitt doesn't have a whole lot to do in this movie. Cogan enters half an hour in, after baby-faced Frankie and his junkie prison buddy, Russell (Ben Mendelsohn), have successfully held up a poker game managed by Markie (Ray Liotta). Cogan is hired by a Mob administrator played by Richard Jenkins to orchestrate the killings necessary to restore confidence in the underground gambling economy. It's a small, incestuous town, and Cogan tries not to kill anyone he knows face-to-face, so he insists on subcontracting a gunman from New York, Mickey (James Gandolfini). But getting the expense approved won't be easy; Jenkins's unnamed character complains there's "no decision makers" among his bosses, just "total corporate mentality." Cogan sighs: "This country is fucked."
From the opening scene, Dominik has little trouble telling his story visually with depth and potency. But his audio choices are, to use the technical term, absolutely shit. As the crooks bop between back-room card games, bus depot drop-offs and brutal killings, everywhere they go, a TV or a radio injects real newscasts and talk-radio debates from fall 2008. Dominik's use of music is hardly more subtle, whether it be American standards ("It's Only a Paper Moon," "Life Is Just a Bowl of Cherries") chosen for their "ironic" impact or the Velvet Underground's "Heroin," chosen to play over a scene of characters shooting heroin.
The film also reflects a real, right-now hatred of women that is not retrograde so much as totally delusional, a side effect of a dangerously distorted worldview that itself might be the endgame of the "total corporate mentality." The biggest disappointment of Killing Them Softly is that such suggestions about said mentality, which add up to more than the sum of their parts, are far outnumbered by airless tabulations of criminal/corporate equivalency.
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