“KILLING THEM SOFTLY” My rating: B
97 minutes | MPAA rating: R
“Killing Them Softly” has the grimmest world view of any film since Lars Von Trier’s “Melancholia.”
The difference is that despite destroying the Earth in the last scene, the pessimistic Von Trier found tremendous beauty on this spinning rock.
“Killing Them Softly,” on the other hand, is a jaundiced wallow in greed and corruption, a gritty and deliberately ugly tale of crime and consequences that evokes grim laughter but leaves behind the bitter taste of bile.
Based on a novel by prosecutor-turned-writer George V. Higgins (whose The Friends of Eddie Coyle became a brilliant crime film in 1973), this effort from Aussie auteur Andrew Dominik is so brutal as to be shocking even to jaded contemporary sensibilities. Yet you can’t call it exploitative or cheap.
Our hero (the word is used advisedly) is Jackie Cogan (Brad Pitt), a mob enforcer dispatched to post-Katrina New Orleans to clean up a mess.
Three oily (literally…they seem to sweat 10W-40) criminals (Scoot McNairy, Ben Mendelsohn, Vincent Curatola) have robbed an illegal poker game run by Markie Trattman (Ray Liotta). A few years earlier Markie arranged the robbery of his own game, a bit of outside-the-box thinking that earned begrudging admiration from his fellow lowlifes.
Of course, you can only pull off that sort of thing once, and that’s what the three mooks behind this new crime are counting on. In the wake of yet another robbery everyone will assume Markie is going for a perfecta. The presumption of guilt will fall on him, allowing a clean getaway for the true perps.
Except that the lethally laid-back Cogan isn’t falling for that. He knows that Markie is too smart to pull the same stunt again. Problem is, everybody else is thick as a brick. All the gamblers in town assumes Markie is the bad guy, and to keep peace in the valley Markie – even if he’s innocent – must be made an example. Continue Reading »









