Film Reviews

Knock on Collinwood

Honestly, I've never been much into schmaltzy movies about the old neighborhood. The whole scene seems pretty hellish; all that cutesy talk about this good old street or that once-hoppin' nightclub. Therefore, when it's announced there's a movie called Welcome to Collinwood about a bunch of Hollywood actors playing shticky "old neighborhood" characters, I'm ready to balk and walk. Then comes the pleasant surprise: It's excessively quirky and a little underconfident in its delivery, but otherwise this is the best "old neighborhood" project since Christopher Walken kinda romanced Cyndi Lauper in The Opportunists, and that movie, though no classic, was pretty good. The two films also have in common a heist, but rest assured that this is no tedious Heist: The bullshit dialogue is intentionally bullshitty, and all involved greet their job--their "Bellini," as they call it in East Cleveland parlance--with wit and sass, not just latter-day Mamet's whiffs of lukewarm gas.

The most dramatically impactful elements in this movie are probably William H. Macy's sideburns--they'll give you nightmares--but the story starts off not with his charmingly glum, struggling new father, Riley, but a very clumsy con named Cosimo (Luis Guzman, a familiar and unforgettable face from the recent films of Paul Thomas Anderson, including this week's Punch-Drunk Love, and Collinwood producer Steven Soderbergh). While Cosimo's in the clink for car theft, an old lifer tells him of a perfect crime--the aforementioned Bellini--just waiting to be hatched. It involves an old jeweler, a safe full of dough and a couple of old biddies in the apartment next door. But first (and this is the end of the weird vocabulary--well, the movie's anyway) Cosimo must find a "Mullinski," someone to fess up and serve his time for a few grand while he makes good on the lifer's long-incubated plot.

The setup is as good as any, and like many a setup it's here almost exclusively so we can hang out with a motley lot of characters striving to eclipse one another with wacky tics. In this case, amazingly, it's all good. Cosimo's moll Rosalind (Patricia Clarkson) finds Cosimo a fall guy in truly terrible amateur boxer Pero (Sam Rockwell), but Pero exhibits a skill for social manipulation and soon he's roaming free with the Bellini plan and a gang with whom to tap it. There's Toto (the splendid Michael Jeter), who seems incapable of keeping his pants up, let alone following through on a robbery. And there's hair-trigger Leon (Isaiah Washington), goofball ladies' man Basil (Andrew Davoli) and poor Riley, who just wants to find a thousand bucks to get his wife out of jail. No sure thing, this.

Collinwood is full of surprise twists and some of the most outrageous free-form dialogue the cinema's heard in a while ("I will shit in you!" a disagreeable cop shouts into Pero's face). But what's much stranger is that this baby delivered by Soderbergh is actually much more fun than his stiff, largely joyless remake of Ocean's 11. Perhaps loitering in the rust belt does the creative glands good, for Ohio-based co-writers and directors Anthony and Joe Russo present in their fine debut feature a loose, engaging and seemingly effortless good time.

Fellow Buckeye and Devo founder Mark Mothersbaugh plays as much a role in this heist as any of the actors by laying down a score of delightful intricacy and mixed-up ethnicity. It's hard to believe that this is the guy behind "Whip It" when the mandolins and bouzoukis keep kicking in. At first the effect is jarring--with every scene comes a radically different chunk of "world music" as if someone put the Real World catalog on shuffle--but soon enough the effect feels like the scatteredness of America's uncertain and ever-shifting cities. Mothersbaugh's work is terrific, and it perfectly complements the Russos' affinity for funky street life.

Not everything in Collinwood makes sense, but this is an actor's movie. As Pero's mark and sort of girlfriend, Jennifer Esposito is at her best yet. There's also much crackle in the exchanges between the feisty would-be crooks, and patent freakishness when they partake of two cameos from wheelchair-bound veteran safecracker, Jerzy (George Clooney). It's tempting to chide Clooney for being too ridiculous (in two words: rabbi disguise), but his clowning only serves to emphasize the humanity of the other criminals. Fittingly, everyone involved is right on the money.

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Gregory Weinkauf