Wayne Kramer’s directorial
debut based on his own screenplay is based in America’s sin city, Las Vegas
and tells the story of Bernie Lootz (William H. Macy), a born loser who
loses his lack of luck to cool a hot table at the hotel Shangri La, run
by his friend Shelly (Alec Baldwin). Bernie is ready to leave Vegas
at the end of the week, but in that week he must contend with the appearance
of his son and pregnant daughter-in-law, the threat of the Shangri La being
renovated into a modern grotesque image of its former self and a love affair
with equally unlucky waitress Natalie (Maria Bello).
It sounds like a story
you may have heard before and it does appear to be an amalgamation of a
lot of movie clichés and performances. The film is centred
upon Macy being able to play such a terribly unlucky guy and Baldwin being
able to play loud and violent as effectively as he did in Glengarry
Glenn Ross, not ten years earlier. But Kramer seems to be able
to work so many themes into the film; love, friendship, trust, the use
of violence in society (the film does owe a debt to Scorsese’s Casino especially)
and most importantly the past and how it can be changed.
The acting is brilliant
by all, some are just passing like Ron Livingstone who plays a young hotshot
casino boss who wants to replace Baldwin, but does not yet know his place.
But the real revelation is Bello who plays Natalie with a mix of genuine
honesty and integrity when threatened by Shelly seeking retribution for
Bernie’s turn of good fortune. The film does state that Bernie’s
change of luck is down to love coming into his life, but maybe the luck
was coming about due to his wanting to leave. There are great moments
surrounding his luck; he gets cream for his coffee, the soundtrack of Vegas
classics change to an upbeat mood and the smile of Macy is so bright and
exuberant it cannot seem to not reciprocate the same feeling in a watching
audience.
So while it may a mix
of certain of films as I have mentioned and the performances in them, it
does say a lot for Las Vegas itself and a nostalgia for the past years
of the desert city and the Rat Pack years mostly. An ageing crooner
stuck on heroin playing before packed houses passes on and is replaced
by an East Coast crooner of limited appeal apart from being young and attractive
to the female audience who swoon to his every word (a good bit of casting
here by using Joey Fatone of N’Sync - a manufactured pop act from the east
coast whose talents remain questionable).
In the end; Bernie leaves
town, Shelly moves on and the nostalgia is hit home in the end credits
which are played over footage of old Vegas hotels like the Flamingo, Hilton
and Aladdin being demolished to make way for those huge, family friendly
resorts which sit on the strip now. Nostalgia for Vegas will remain,
but it moves on with the time still prevelant as this film is in the file
of good Vegas movies.
Jamie
Garwood