Sidney Lumet’s 45th film,
Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead, is a psychological crime thriller that
contains some of the best work by Philip Seymour Hoffman and superior performances
by Albert Finney, Ethan Hawke, and Rosemary Harris. Unlike Lumet’s earlier
works of towering humanism, however, his latest film, even if expertly
done, is an exercise in thoughtless nihilism that does little if anything
to illuminate the human condition. The film takes its title from an old
Irish toast, “May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows
you’re dead” and shows mankind at its most unenlightened – scheming, petty,
greedy, and without conscience.
Andy Hanson (Philip Seymour
Hoffman) is a drug-addicted payroll manager for a New York real estate
company who is stealing from his company to pay for his dependency on heroin.
He confesses to his opulently dressed pusher, “My life doesn’t add up.
I’m not the sum of my parts. All my parts don’t add up to one me.” If Andy
is shown enjoying sex in Rio with his wife Gina (Marisa Tomei), it is perhaps
the only thing in his life that provides pleasure. In financial trouble,
he persuades his brother Hank (Ethan Hawke) to join him in a plan to rob
their parent’s (Albert Finney and Rosemary Harris) jewelry store. Like
many today who have no acquaintance with values other than the accumulation
of material possessions, their financial position in life defines who they
are.
Hank, three months behind
on support payments, is reluctant at first to commit but is persuaded by
older brother telling him that no one would be hurt and that the insurance
would cover his parent’s losses. “It’s a victimless crime, if your [expletive]
little conscience bothers you,” he tells Andy assigning conscience to the
same scrap heap as a bad character trait that must be overcome. Unwilling
and probably unable to commit the crime himself, Hank enlists a petty criminal,
his friend Bobby (Brian F. O’Byrne), to commit the robbery. Whatever could
go wrong, however, does go wrong, and big brother Andy has to try and pick
up the pieces.
While much of the film
is played out in flashback, we do not learn much about the brothers and
their motivations other than the stock explanation that they come from
a dysfunctional family with resentment in the bucketful against mom and
dad and bitterness against brother Hank for dallying with his wife. The
film is perfectly carried out but never rises above the limitation of its
characters and shows us no opening to a better place. Its clinical dissection
of a family headed for disaster can be riveting but ultimately, leaves
us in despair. We know that “The world is an evil place. Some people make
money from it, some people are destroyed by it.” But do we need to have
filmmakers rub our noses in it once again?