Meet Roy Waller (Nicolas
Cage) ladies and gentleman. Sure he’s handsome and suave with charm and
charisma oozing from his veins, but don’t be taken in by first impressions.
He can definitely walk the walk, and he has made a something of a career
out of talking the talk, but be warned don’t believe a single thing he
says. You see, Roy is a matchstick man, a flim-flam guy, a professional
con artist- and a pretty darn good one at that. Along with partner Frank
Mercer (Sam Rockwell), Roy is on the verge of pulling off his most ambitious
and lucrative con job to date - the only thing stopping him is a fourteen
year old girl called Angela (Alison Lohman), and well, himself. You see
beneath the polished exterior, Roy is a twitchy obsessive compulsive, he
can’t cope with any disruption to his meticulously ordered routine, he
hyperventilates at the sight (or thought of) dirt and chronic agoraphobia
sends him into a spasm of uncontrollable tics and dizziness. The only thing
that keeps him functioning anywhere near normally is an illegally gotten
stockpile of pink pills. When he runs out and discovers that his supplier
has left town Roy has no option but to seek help from shrink Dr Harris
Klein (Bruce Altman).
Diagnosing that the root
of all Roy’s problems lie in his guilt over abandoning his wife some fourteen
years previous, Dr Klein puts Roy back in touch with Angela, the daughter
whose existence he’d long suspected but never confirmed. His tightly ordered
lifestyle begins to unravel after Angela lands on his doorstep needing
a place to stay, and Roy grapples with the challenges of fatherhood whilst
trying to keep his dubious employment credentials a secret from her. Angela
however is one smart cookie, and soon extracts the truth from her father,
begging to be let in on the act. Roy is a crook with a conscience, and
despite initial reservations he soon relents and teaches her a few tricks
of the trade, as father and daughter discover some common ground and begin
to bond.
Honoured with a knighthood
in 2002 for services to the movie making industry, Sir Ridley Scott has
been at the helm of some of the most successful movies of the past two
decades, directing Thelma & Louise, Alien and Gladiator
to name but a few. However, this is his latest offering isn’t set to become
a crown jewel in his back catalogue. The plot of Matchstick Men
is substantial enough to keep the audiences attention for the duration,
as it meanders along in an inoffensive two-dimensional kind of way. This
movie has the potential to be very good - all the ingredients are there
- but an ill-conceived ending and inadequate twist in the tale at the movies
climax ultimately betrays it. Instead of having audiences gleefully saying
‘ I didn’t see that one coming’ and sending their minds racing back through
the past hour and a half searching for the clues that should now seem so
obvious, instead the end simply doesn’t justify the means. The turn of
events that begins with Roy being knocked unconscious and waking up in
police custody realising that the scam has gone completely wrong and ends
with the supposed ‘aha’ revelatory moment doesn’t have the desired effect
at all. Instead its impact is severely muted and is nothing more than a
cheap shot, a quick and easy way of bringing on the end credits.
Ultimately Matchstick
Men is a movie that tells rather than shows, and hereby lies its biggest
weakness. Weighed down by dialogue heavy scenes, it demands very little
engagement from its audience on anything more than a superficial level.
You don’t need to think as everything is spelled out for you, right down
to the ‘one year later’ sequence at the end, which does the worst possible
thing, and tries to convince you that everything will come good in the
end.
Despite the limitations
of the script they are working from Cage, Rockwell and Lohman should be
credited for turning in solid, largely believable performances. The
dysfunctional nature of Roy’s relationship with his daughter is strengthened
by the vulnerability that newcomer Alison Lohman injects into her performance,
offset by Nicolas Cage’s ability to bring quirky dysfunctional characters
to life. Although it should be noted that consummate professional pro Cage
overplays his hand at times, pushing Roy’s mannerisms and tics past the
boundaries of realistic and into the ridiculous and at times plain annoying,
which ultimately detracts from the movies narrative.
The partnership between
Roy and his protégé Frank is an interesting one. Rockwell
and Cage are both incredibly charismatic actors who work well together,
however their characters relationship is grossly underdeveloped, and largely
ignored. In many ways Rockwell’s character is the antithesis of Cage’s
but it as a dynamic that isn’t explored, so again when the plot twist arrives
you are left wondering why you should care so much. Knowing that Ridley
Scott and Nicolas Cage as director and actor are capable of infinitely
better than Matchstick Men offers, and witnessing the untapped and
largely ignored potential of relative newcomers Sam Rockwell and Alison
Lohman, you can’t help but come away from this movie feeling like you’ve
been a little conned.
Emma
Dixon