Fracture
'Does it bother you that I call you "Willy"?', Ted Crawford (Anthony Hopkins) demands of prosecuting attorney Willy Beachum (Ryan Gosling). Gosling/Beachum laughs and shakes his head. No. 'Very well then, Willy' Hopkins teases out every ounce of absurdity in the name. A boy's name, not a name for a high-powered attorney, surely? The two men don't actually pull down their trousers and compare sizes, but there's that too, in the background. Crawford is a brilliant engineer, wealthy, drives a sports car - fast. But he's also a cuckold who shoots his wife for her sins. He appears to confess everything, but something isn't right. The arresting officer is the wife's lover. When it comes time to enter a plea it's Not Guilty - and he announces he means to represent himself in court. The prosecution has the confession, and a gun; but not the gun. Before he knows it, Beachum's air-tight case is unraveling right there in open court. It's embarrassing, and worse, it could easily cost him that corporate sector job he has lined up. Crawford has set the scene, and he seems to have cast our Willy as his patsy. Fracture - written by Glenn Gers and Daniel Pyne (who did such a good job on the Manchurian Candidate remake) is one of those twisty courtroom dramas that seem to propagate themselves like worms. Cut one up, you have two more on your hands.
Stop to think about it too long, it would take some swallowing: not just Crawford's elaborate but highly risky 'perfect murder', but the idealistic-bordering-on-idiotic notion that a homicide trial might be scheduled at just a couple of days' notice (thus allowing Beachum to take the case a mere week before he jumps ship for the big bucks). The plot also hangs on a crucial trick yours truly saw coming several years before it occurs to Gosling's supposedly hotshot lawyer (though it does get points for more Freudian symbolism). Normally these flaws might weigh heavily against this kind of movie. But in this case not so much. Director Gregory Hoblit (Primal Fear) allows that it's a game, and fashions what is essentially a male ego contest: the killer, practically purring, he's so sure he's the smartest guy in the room; and the lawyer, Beachum, desperately trying to prove he's as good as he thinks he is - all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding. With Hopkins as a criminal mastermind, there's bound to be a whiff of Hannibal Lecter around. But instead of the Cannibal's aloof, cerebral stillness, Crawford affects a jocular, blokey demeanour, even a vague British accent. He's all smirks and winks and outrageous provocations.
'I've got a good dick,' he murmurs to the Judge (Fiona Shaw), in reference to the private eye who has been assigned to him. He's got him investigating the assistant DA too. 'Well, you're investigating me, aren't you?' he reasons. Perhaps it was acting against Ryan Gosling that put Hopkins in such a playful mood. Like Jodie Foster's Clarice Starling, Gosling's Willy Beachum is an over-achiever from the wrong side of the tracks ('I didn't work this hard to stay where I belong,' he informs his boss, the DA (David Strathairn), justifying his decision to swap the public sector for the big money. (Strathairn can be a dour presence but even he has a spring in his step and a half smile on his face in this picture.) Wearing a lucky horseshoe ring, popping jellybeans in his mouth, Gosling is hungry and confident, but clearly not quite at home yet in a tux and bow-tie. The price of selling out is a succinct ethical quandary he has to work out for himself. Another is how far he's willing to go to put a guilty man behind bars. Classy stuff. If you like a good thriller, you're in for a treat. Tom Charity More information about Fracture » Critics' ReviewsAnna Smith, Time Out Ryan Gosling is Willy Beachum, a hot-shot prosecutor who shows up for what he believes is an open-and-shut case. Ted... read more on www.timeout.com Members' ReviewsReviews Voted Most HelpfulMost Recent Reviews |