Andrew Niccol, writer-director
of Gattaca and The Truman Show, is a writer I admire for
being brave in his subject matter and attaining certain flair because of
it, his work seems to always exist in a world that is just outside the
norm of reality, perhaps a hyper-reality. However, first things first,
Lord of War has a weak screenplay.
The film opens with the
camera sweeping over a mass of disused bullets; slowly it dollies up to
Nicolas Cage as Yuri Orlov, who has his back to us. Orlov turns around
and he speaks directly to the camera. This device of talking to the
camera forces the audience to appreciate and/or sympathise with this smarmy
character in his suit and equally cheap smile. What he speaks is
literally what appeared in a trailer; ‘There are 550 million firearms in
the world. That is one gun for every 12 people on the planet.
The question is how do we arm the other 11?’ He smiles and the credit sequence
starts, this is good showing us the journey of a bullet from munitions
factory in America to storage to port to African battlefield and being
firmly implanted in a small child’s forehead.
After that we are given
the fictionalised story of Yuri from his days in Little Odessa, Brooklyn
and how he learns that his fortune and future lies in the supply and transportation
of guns and how he ropes his more moral, equally poor brother with him
around the world. Then we get the mantra, the rules (‘Never get shot
with your own merchandise’) and steer clear of other vices like drugs which
prove to be the ruin of his brother. That role of Vitaly (Jared Leto)
reminded me of Sean Penn’s role in The Game, an opposite to the
bigger brother who suffers for his morals.
However what makes the
screenplay so bad is that, Niccol employs a voiceover for Cage whose voice
is so monotonous anyway and becomes so unapologetic for his actions; ‘I
sell a means,’ that you cannot fail to realise he is a complete shit.
And Cage’s acting style is no big help; look, talk, smile and mix in his
one scene of psychological pain it becomes another run-of-the Cage role.
The only time Cage sparkles is when he meets an opposite who is the level
of him and that comes in the form of Interpol agent Jack Valentine (Ethan
Hawke – an extension of his role in Training Day), having a talented
actor for there scenes of one-up dialogue make them better but Cage is
still smiling and Hawke remains the angry young man. It makes it
all the more surprising that they employ a voiceover because Cage has a
brilliant knack for tackling wordy dialogue with a thrust and zeal.
The end shows Cage lose
everything he possesses - I say possess because he buys his wife with an
idea of what he could and wishes to be – yet not lose his thirst to remain
good at what he does. It ends with a statement saying governments
are far worse than any fictional character, this borders on the obvious
and should be best reserved for the work of documentary makers. A
disappointing spectacle.
Jamie
Garwood