Fall: the Price of Silence (2000) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski)
a serious sounding title, for such a silly movie.
I guess it was supposed to be a grade-B American version of the humorous, complicated, and violent British gangster pics. It has some laughs, but it just doesn't flow very well.
The chubby Baldwin not only stars in this, but directed it as well, and his directorial inexperience was evident. This particular kind of circular story with multiple intersecting plot lines and black humor is not an ideal choice for a fledgling helmsman.
|Michael Madsen plays a baddie who is offered a deal by the feds out of the clear blue sky, either go down for a murder or turn over his boss. Of course, he goes immediately to his boss and reports the offer. The boss says "do it", because he has a master plan. He will pretend to send two hit men after Madsen to his hiding place. They will haul Madsen away from the federal marshal, then stage Madsen's death, using the corpse of a derelict to substitute. With Madsen "dead", there's no more case against the crime boss.||
cuts back and forth between two basic sets of characters. First,
Madsen and the fed, who somehow have to keep each other company for
weeks of endless seclusion. Second, there are the two hit men. The
Madsen scenes have a touch of wit about them, but the two hit men
(Baldwin and Chad McQueen) are cartoon-dumb, and their scenes are too
slapstick. The scenes with their mother and their chosen derelict are
And then there's a sub-plot about Madsen winning a $41 million dollar lottery, but being unable to cash the ticket because he's in the witness protection program.
Instead of a sequential narrative, the director chose to start the film with part of a scene near the end (Madsen's fake death), and circle back there from the beginning. It deliberately tries to keep you guessing about what's goin' down, much like a Guy Richie film.
|Not really very funny, and Baldwin is
not exactly ready to step in for Tarantino and Richie in the genre of
black humor crime capers.
For insomniacs only.
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