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Brooklyn Rules / John Williams

Dear filmmakers, I’m convinced of something: If someone is narrating your movie, you don’t have a good enough script. And if Freddie Prinze, Jr., is narrating, you don’t have a good enough casting director. There must be classic exceptions that I’m forgetting, but every recent movie that heavily features one of its characters as a narrator has been a dud, and Brooklyn Rules is no exception.

Gangster movies are like coming-of-age novels — there are an awful lot of them, so if you feel it’s necessary to create another, you better be sure you have something to say. Brooklyn Rules doubles its degree of difficulty by embedding a mafia tale within a sentimental coming-of-age story, and the movie falls well short of earning a place in either genre’s canon.

Prinze plays Michael, an aspiring smart kid from Brooklyn who matriculates at Columbia in the mid-1980s while his peers in the borough apply for jobs at the post office and crack each other’s heads open. His two closest friends are the sweet, dumb Bobby (Jerry Ferrara, “Turtle” from “Entourage”) and the musclebound, impulsive Carmine (Scott Caan, whose father is gangster-movie royalty James).

The movie centers on the trio’s deep bond, and in many ways it has the look and feel of a weaker Diner. The buddies constantly trade vulgar, simple insults, the kind that certain young men use in order to express their love — Michael gets razzed for his brains, Bobby for his cheapness, and Carmine for his vanity. Unfortunately, the gibes aren’t polished up for the screen and their dullness doesn’t get points for realism; it just adds to the tedium.

The group’s untested routine existence is threatened when Carmine starts cozying up to local wise guys. Brooklyn Rules offers the significant lure of Alec Baldwin, who plays Caesar, the neighborhood’s mafia bigwig. But his riveting performance is made up of a few brief scenes, and is more than canceled out by riveting’s antonym, Prinze, who more accurately represents what the wooden script deserves.

Scenes involving the mob are just interruptions to the primary plot, Michael’s struggle to straddle two worlds. It’s a formulaic struggle, including its intensification through romance, when he falls for fellow Ivy Leaguer Ellen (Mena Suvari). But if you want a story about class tension and romance in New York that evokes a particular era, rent Saturday Night Fever, whose leading couple has something resembling chemistry. In order for chemistry to exist between entities, both have to be made up of organic material, and I’m still not convinced this is the case with Freddie Prinze, Jr.

There are some effective moments in Brooklyn Rules — including a funny scene in which Bobby negotiates the price of an engagement ring and a climactic, more dramatic scene also involving Bobby — but overall it lacks the spirit and intelligence that would be needed to revitalize its truly ancient themes. The movie’s inspirations are mostly honorable ones, so it’s easy to view it with mild regret more than the derision its worst scenes warrant, but the uninspired narration is its one unforgivable sin. Over one random, shaky shot of the city’s bridges, Michael helpfully tells us, “As much as I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about what Ellen said.” That makes one of us.


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Comments

FIR ... oh, fuck it.

Freddie Prinze, Jr., Mena Suvari, and Alec Baldwin? Who cast this film, Helen Keller? "There we were, coming of age in mobbed-up Brookl -- zzzzzzz ...."

And I'm seriously confused that Scott Caan is playing backup to Freddie Prinze. Didn't Caan have a bright future just a few months ago?

Posted by: socalledonlypajibapajamas at May 19, 2007 5:40 PM

"There must be classic exceptions that I'm forgetting, but every recent movie that heavily features one of its characters as a narrator has been a dud."

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang freshened up the narration ploy nicely. It didn't have any stupid-ass lines like, "...I couldn't stop thinking about what Ellen said," though. This sounds like a film I'll never see.

Posted by: Erin MJ at May 19, 2007 5:53 PM

That could be a theme for a list, "Movies with narration that don't suck."

Posted by: eb at May 19, 2007 9:02 PM

"Movies with narration that don't suck."

a few i can think of right now. (and by think i mean "let's-get-this-over-with-so-i-can go-and-watch-C.R.A.Z.Y.)

The Royal Tenenbaums
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
High Fidelity
Fight Club
The Shawshank Redemption

Posted by: kim at May 19, 2007 9:49 PM

The Princess Bride was a narrated movie and it was absolutely fucking brilliant. The only recent film I can think of is March of the Penguins, but the characters in that movie couldn't talk, so I guess they deserve a pass.

Posted by: bartap at May 19, 2007 9:49 PM

Does 'Little Children' count, even though the narrator wasn't a character?

(Sign of a shitty movie - there are more comments about a sub-discussion than the movie itself)

Seriously, how does Freddie Prinze Jr. continue to have a career?

Posted by: Mara at May 19, 2007 10:31 PM

American Beauty
The Usual Suspects
Carlito's Way
Layer Cake
A Clockwork Orange

all used narrators who were characters in the story.

Posted by: markw at May 19, 2007 10:34 PM

Stand By Me comes to mind as an example in the "good" category of narrated movies.

Posted by: Jay at May 19, 2007 11:08 PM

Ah, narration. I actually really love a good narrated movie, but it has to be the kind that actually serves a purpose--narration that adds to the decency of the film, not narration that makes up for the screenwriter/director/actors just not working hard enough to show the audience what's happening.


That's my nonprofessional opinion, which is only worth 1 cent. :D

Posted by: Kate at May 20, 2007 1:51 AM

What about Stranger than Fiction? I watched this wonderfully narrated film last night and raved about it for the ensuing hours. I must admit I woke up feeling a little bit dirty, like I'd watched it with beer goggles on and went a little bit further than I intended, but it's still a lovely example of quality narration.

Posted by: vab at May 20, 2007 7:42 AM

Casino
Adaptation
Goodfellas
Sunset Boulevard
Trainspotting
Jesus Son

Posted by: Withnail at May 20, 2007 9:21 AM

Casino
Adaptation
Goodfellas
Sunset Boulevard
Trainspotting
Jesus Son

Posted by: Withnail at May 20, 2007 9:28 AM

"And if Freddie Prinze, Jr., is narrating,...."


PASS

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at May 20, 2007 9:39 AM

HA!!
"..both have to be made of organic material, and I'm still not convinced this is the case with Freddie Prinze, Jr." Love it!

I was a little more than half way in the review when I realized I'd completely forgotten the film's title, and wouldn't have noticed whether you had yet described the plot or not, such is my resolute dislike for the Jr Prinze (and I didn't think the Sr was all that funny or talented, even at my 'Kevin Arnold'-ish age when 'Chico & The Man' was originally on).

If it's not the name alone that has kept this repugant jerk from continuing to get work, then I'm at a loss to explain the rationalization of the film industry (not that I guess anyone ever could, for all kindsa other reasons), and always proud to say I've never even watched a Scooby Doo trailer [italics if I knew how to use them], let alone the movies. Detested the original cartoon also.

Aahh, Sunday morning and something to bitch about - great way to start the day, so thanks for that AND the heads-up review, John. "Organic material," that's classic..

Posted by: TMax at May 20, 2007 10:34 AM

That's a good point Tmax, never really found Prinze Sr. to be ALL that, and seriously, Chico and the Man, SUCKED.

I think that there's a little "Selena Syndrome" in evidence here, you know, died young so people go overboard romanticizing his "talent" and exaggerating how she/he was gonna BREAK OUT!! if only they hadn't died. Riiiiight, they weren't going to "break out" they would've done a movie or two, then gone on a shitty sitcom that would've opened doors to some "celebrity" something or other to end as the punch line for some equally shiteous comedienne on a VH1 list show.

As for Prinze Jr. I've read he's a nice enough fellow, hell he's nailing SMG, BUT, he's got no business in anything cinema related, much less anything that's trying to be all serious and dramatic. He's the very definition of generic, and he's getting a little too long in the tooth for the teeny boper demo. Hell, all these guys are too old to becoming of age.
They all really should be thinking about their 401k's , now there's a movie, third rate actors thinking about their middle age and retirement.

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at May 20, 2007 11:07 AM

The plot of this movie sounds very familiar to the movie project Vince and co. went to Brooklyn to film in the first or second season of Entourage. So it's even funnier that Jerry Ferrara is in it. I guess he's doomed to playing these slightly dumb (but funny) Brooklyn-types.

Posted by: slz at May 20, 2007 11:25 AM

Taxi Driver

Posted by: Travis at May 20, 2007 11:57 AM

Taxi Driver uses narration pretty heavily throughout and it is one of the best movies ever. That's a silly, "rule".

Posted by: Travis at May 20, 2007 12:01 PM

Yo Barbado, thanks for inputting your economical, and much better-expressed, wording that I sadly lack the skills to write concerning that lucky SMG-nailer. A response from you is an honor to me, made my day, quite unexpected, and I rank you right up there with the best 'regulars'- Vermillion, Ranylt, Daphne, Sam T- damn, I forget all my faves when I'm typing a quick response whilst 2 and 1/2 sheets in the wind on a pleasant valley Sunday!

And this post may never be read by anyone after tonight, but I treasure the little spare time I get to relax with a week's worth of fine Pajiba reviews & articles.

Yeah, I feel kind of special reading this site - it's not elitism; it's appreciation for excellent/original writing and a refuge to air one's own point of view about the subject matter.

Hell, BS (and I mean that nickname TOTALLY as an expression of the closeness I feel towards you), you're one of the best posters/warriors around, and I'm inspired to write some more to all these great Pajibans from your comments alone.

BTW, Try singing the word 'Pajiba' to the tune of the Frankie Avalon classic "Venus" - you won't be disappointed:

"Pa-jiii-ba, Pa-jiii-baaah - makes my dreams come true, (ooh ooh-ooh ooh) makes my dreams come true" & you get the idea...

Okay, I'm done for the day. It may be sad for many to think that the big 'P' is my one true and consistent joy in my life, but it sure does make up a hefty percentage of it.

'Night already,
Tony

Posted by: TMax at May 20, 2007 4:28 PM

What I want to know is; how the fuck Freddie Jr. is doing a 'coming of age' film? Isn't this guy, like, 30? And already past his prime?

PASS

Posted by: MaliceAlice at May 20, 2007 10:51 PM

Oh, and at first glance I totally thought Jerry Ferrara was Sean Astin and was all "NOOOOO! Not Sam Gamgee and Zach Siler in the same movie! Noooo!"

Posted by: MaliceAlice at May 20, 2007 10:55 PM

Raising Arizona.

Posted by: tommytimp at May 20, 2007 11:28 PM

Hey, socalledonlypajibapajamas, there's no need to insult Helen Keller. She was blind and deaf. The casting director for this movie was obviously fucking retarded.

Posted by: Gabrielle at May 20, 2007 11:28 PM

Yeah, I agree with the general concensus on narration from Pajiba readers. I know that in film school, and even in the most simple Movie History or Movie Appreciation 101 classes, you're taught that it's a device used by lazy or mediocre film-makers, but I don't think it's true of ALL of the time it's used. Some of the time, sure, but seriously, a movie isn't bad because it's got narration. In fact, somtimes, it's brilliant and/or beautiful, and destined to become a classic. (See reader entries American Beauty, Stand By Me, Shwshank, Hi-Fidelity, Carlito's Way, and, an absolutely lovely movie ABOUT narration, Stranger Than Fiction).

Posted by: Gabrielle at May 20, 2007 11:37 PM

Sleepers. (re: the narration bit)

Posted by: courtney at May 21, 2007 1:03 AM

But his riveting performance is made up of a few brief scenes, and is more than canceled out by riveting's antonym, Prinze, who more accurately represents what the wooden script deserves.

That line is GOLD!

Posted by: Natalie at May 21, 2007 3:58 AM

Big, giant "Meh".

All the points I was going to make Re: narration have already been made so I'll just add a +1 to any appropriately relevant or witty comments and leave it at that.

Gabrielle: your post made me giggle because at least some small part of me is still 14.

Posted by: Alex the Odd at May 21, 2007 7:31 AM

the big lebowski.

narrated and awesome.

Posted by: celery at May 21, 2007 7:47 AM

The Basketball Diaries

From the time when Leo was cool and not trying to make movies about climate change.

Posted by: Calitri at May 21, 2007 9:15 AM

"Not in my town. Not in ANY of my Five Towns!"

Posted by: slightlyfey at May 21, 2007 10:56 AM

Blade Runner was narrated by Dekker. Indisputably the best Sci-Fi movie and far better than Ford's franchise projects.

Posted by: Oscar at May 21, 2007 11:10 AM

Loved the narrated Blade Runner (rumor has it that Solo did a supposedly "shitty" job on the voice over at the director's request). Nevertheless it came out peaches.
The director's cut is also awesome but, my first experience was the theatrical version so, for me, that's the one that sticks.

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at May 21, 2007 11:28 AM

...riveting's antonym...

Heh.

Posted by: Ed at May 21, 2007 11:38 AM

The Age of Innocence. Good narration.

Posted by: Gaby at May 21, 2007 3:09 PM

Dear filmmakers, I'm convinced of something: If someone is narrating your movie, you don't have a good enough script.

Wordy McWord, John. I haven't seen most of the exceptions mentioned above, but I would guess those were good movies despite the narration, not because of it. If you need someone read the plotline of your material, you shouldn't be making a movie; you should make a book-on-tape.

For a prime example of this, watch R. Kelly's commentary on his DVD of "Trapped in the Closet", in which R. describes what is going on in the live-action videos that dramatize the lyrics of the 12-part song that already explains in detail what is going on.

"Not in my town. Not in ANY of my Five Towns!"

Hee!

Posted by: Bianca Reagan at May 21, 2007 8:44 PM

slightlyfey: "Not in my town . . . "

Goodonya!

Posted by: socalledonlypajibapajamas at May 21, 2007 9:47 PM

Bianca, I agree. Several movies listed are, of course, classics. But in some cases -- like Raising Arizona and The Princess Bride -- the narration is a very self-conscious conceit, rather than a straight relating of what's going on. And several others fall under your "despite the narration" description. I'm thinking mostly of Shawshank. When I see it now, the narration mostly makes me cringe. And Little Children -- there's a great example; a perfectly good movie that's almost completely ruined by terrible, unnecessary narration.

Posted by: JMW at May 21, 2007 10:20 PM

Bianca and JMW: yes, yes, yes. I think narration is lazy about 98% of the time. The narration should do something that furthers the story such that you can't imagine the movie without the narration. I think "Goodfellas" falls in this category, as well, because the narration enhanced the movie. "A Christmas Story"? Not so much. I'm prejudice, though, because Keillor's voice makes me want to kill myself.

Bianca, my siblings and I were obsessed with Kelly's "Trapped in the Closet" for the exact reasons you've named. When I first heard the song I thought to myself "I wonder what 'trapped in the closet' is a metaphor for?" Then I listened to the whole song and realized that the song was, quite literally, about being trapped in a damn closet.

I have not seen the commentary, but clearly must.

Posted by: Samantha T at May 22, 2007 10:40 AM

Oh, my God - I just noticed that I wrote "I'm prejudice" instead of "I'm prejudiced." I have always found that mistake to be the hallmark of the ill-educated. Please forgive me, Pajibans. I assure you it was unintentional.

Posted by: Samantha T at May 22, 2007 4:14 PM

Thanks, JMW and Samantha T! Samantha, your first mistake re: "Trapped in the Closet" was thinking that R. Kelly knows what a metaphor is. He's not a master of subtlety in his songs.

Posted by: Bianca Reagan at May 22, 2007 5:46 PM

Now, come on. Freddie Prinze, Jr. can't be both wooden and inorganic.

Posted by: random at May 22, 2007 8:17 PM