Review:
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With writer/director Rian Johnson equating con men
with storytellers as a prevailing theme in The Brothers
Bloom, you get a pretty good idea about what's in store,
from the starting gate. A flippant, bordering on terminally
silly tall tale about two sibling confidence men perfecting
their hustle since childhood, The Brothers Bloom defeats
its own elaborate narrative scheme by failing to take itself
seriously when ensuing dramatic events scream for it to
do so.***
Finding themselves stuck in the director's far too dizzily
hatched plot in more ways than one, are Adrien Brody as
Bloom and Mark Ruffalo as Stephen, two frequently recycled
bratty foster kids in childhood who act out their resentment
as orphans by hoodwinking their 'playground bourgeoisie'
playmates. When they reach manhood, Stephen emerges as the
hyper alpha male of the pair, concocting lucrative international
ripoffs of gullible human targets. While the more passive,
disheartened Bloom resigns himself to basically not having
a life of his own, as a mere character in his brother's
cunning scripts.***
When Bloom has had enough and announces that the next
con will be his last, he surprises himself by falling in
love against his better judgement, with the new female victim,
Penelope (Rachel Weisz). She's a filthy rich eccentric Jersey
epileptic hermit heiress who's apparently never been kissed,
but has her libido activated by surprise whenever lightning
strikes. Once she's hip to the fraudulent brothers, but
without realizing she's the mark, Penelope insists that
she be allowed to join them on their latest globetrotting
heist, as an exciting new adventure in her rather dull pampered
life.***
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Final Words:
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The peculiar hook here, apparently
for both the scheme and the yarn as it unspools on screen,
is Stephen's highly unrealistic wild dream to come up with
a con so perfect, that everyone gets to have a happy ending,
even the victims. Sorry to say, at least as far as this movie
goes, it's just not happening. Unlike the fraudulent brothers,
the filmmaker just can't seem to mastermind a story that ropes
the audience in, so distancing, terminally cute and facetious
is its execution, that the actors come off more like showoffs
than convincing characters.*** |