Rewatching SNATCH after six, seven years on the DVD shelf plays about the same as seeing your ‘cool’ Uncle a few years after college. He’s still a good guy, but what was once ‘cool’ now seems disorganized and immature. Just substitute that demo album with a search for a diamond and that motorcycle for Brad Pitt in an unintelligible accent. The first time around, I admired the fact that it dared to not make sense or add up to anything. This time, I found myself getting frustrated and at times bored with the ever-looping stories, characters, missed connections and tough guy talk.
Unspooled, there are basically two plots, that play on parallel tracks that sometimes interect. One involves a perfectly cut diamond stolen by the excellently named Frankie Four Fingers (Bencio Del Toro), and the series of men who kill each other to try to get it. The other involves a boxing promoter named Turkish (a young Jason Staham), who gets mixed up with a gypsy boxer named Mickey (a young-ish Brad Pitt) who is an expert at the rope-a-dope.
The boxer plotline begins slow and silly, the diamond plotline starts with a quick-cutting hold up and violence. But it’s the boxer plotline that eventually pays off, proving the closest thing to an emotional connection with any of the characters. The diamond plotline, on the other hand, bites off more than writer/director Guy Ritchie can chew: consider that in the pursuit of the diamond are Frankie Four Fingers (who doesn’t last long), Cousin Avi (Dennis Farina), Bullet Tooth Tony (Vinnie Jones), Boris the Blade (Rade Serbedzija) and Brick Top (Alan Ford). While they’re all gifted character actors with great character names, it’s only Brick Top who makes any real impression beyond surface notes, partly because Alan Ford gnashes teeth expertly, but mostly because he’s a guy named Brick Top who feeds his enemies to pigs. There’s also Sol, Vinne and Tyrone, who pull off the world’s worst robbery. And Gorgeous George, the Boxer. And Doug the Head, the jeweler. And, and…
Are you overwhelmed? I loved this rogue’s gallery in college. I couldn’t get enough of it. Now, I watched with the sneaking suspicion that Guy Ritchie probably wrote the whole thing in a drunken weekend, and no one had the heart to tell him that one character with a great name is a good idea, two is a clever idea and seven is just playing with yourself on Final Draft.
Parts of the movie remain fantastic. The opening credits sequence is a masterstroke, introducing a seemingly endless cast all at once. Pretty much any scene with Brad Pitt hits exactly the right note. The use of music remains is on par with Scorcese, songs that not only underscore the action but add to it. Individually lines of dialogue sneak through and dig into your memory, and there are two monologues by especially nasty men that are perfect. And the boxing fight at the end of the movie is about as good as these scenes get.
But other parts show their age. The movie is over-narrated by Jason Staham, often telling us things we don’t need to know or already can guess. It doesn’t help that back in 2000, Jason Staham had a promising career ahead of him. Now in 2009, he’s made one decent movie in the past 9 years, and even in that movie he gives the same damn performance. In other words, it’s not that Turkish is cool and detached, it’s that Jason Staham has only one note to play and plays it all the time. Many of the plot twists are glaringly arbitrary, artificially adding length to a movie that already feels long at 102 minutes. And in the end, a movie about a search for a treasure means nothing when the men searching for the treasure are ultimately nothing more than cleverly named stick figures who swear a lot.
I mentioned individual lines of dialogue as being great, because overall Ritchie writes his characters in asked and answered style, like this:
Avi: Why do they call him the Bullet-Dodger?
Bullet Tooth Tony: 'Cause he dodges bullets, Avi.
Cute. Now imagine it again:
Tommy: Are you sayin' I can't shoot?
Turkish: No Tommy, I'm not saying you can't shoot. I know you can't shoot.
And again…
Doug the Head: Slow down, Franky, my son. When in
Franky Four Fingers: I am not in
And again:
Vinny: This is a shotgun, Sol.
Sol: It's a fucking anti-aircraft gun, Vincent.
Vinny: Well I wanna raise some pulses, don't I?
Sol: You'll raise Hell. Never mind pulses.
You have now obtained a masters in Guy Ritchie dialogue. One exchange is funny, two is clever, nineteen is….
So what is this movie about, really? That the underworld of
Not that it would matter if was endlessly entertaining. You can have zero point if you’re endlessly entertaining. Which SNATCH was, back in 2000. Now, it’s 2009. Of course, Ocean’s 11 came out in 99, and it’s aged just fine. And that one had 11 characters, not counting Andy Garcia. SNATCH remains fun, but what it really needed was a rewrite and an editor.
And get a hair cut, hippie.
RATING: * * * (Out of five)
P.S.: One more, but it’s a good one:
Customs Agent: Anything to declare?
Cousin Avi: Yeah. Don’t go to
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