Despite poor and inconsistent editing turning the tale into
a sloppy and confusing affair, American Hustle is by no means without merit.
The acting performances are, on the whole, superb; Bale brings a humorously
sleazy streak to Irving’s character and Cooper is excellent as the unhinged and
unstable Richie. Jennifer Lawrence also provides a scene stealing flair as
Irving’s unpredictable wife Rosalyn, although her screen time is unfortunately
limited. The overlong running time brings some benefit too in allowing the actors
time to develop on screen, giving intense insights to the inter-character
relationships. There are some great performances on the part of the minor
characters too, with Robert DeNiro giving his iconic grizzly showing as mobster
Victor Tellegio. Aiding the character development is the script, which despite its
length and wealth of throwaway material is occasionally fantastic, allowing
these top notch actors to achieve their full on-screen potential with some
killer lines and darkly funny dialogue.
And you can’t accuse the movie of lacking style either;
American Hustle wears its 1970’s setting like a badge of honour with classic
costumes and hairstyles counterpointed by a vibrant soundtrack featuring
musicians as varied as David Bowie, Elton John and The Electric Light
Orchestra. These details create a fantastic sense of place, but the overdrawn
plot and script prevent the movie from being truly atmospheric.
American Hustle is a film set in high ambitions, and in its
acting and sense of style it more than achieves them. However, abysmal (and
Oscar nominated) editing mar the impact of the whole picture, allowing the
story to become difficult to follow and damaging the authenticity of the
direction and atmosphere. It might aim high, but American Hustle falls
dangerously short in many aspects, forcing you to wonder where those ten Oscar
nominations came from.
6/10
(Credit to my pal Jed for the review title)
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