Can a movie be destroyed by a haircut?
This one has me scratching my head. It is a ridiculous place to be in, but, well, here it is.
I've just come home from MIAMI VICE. I've had higher hopes than most it seems, given the greatness of Michael Mann has displayed all the way back to the days he sheparded VICE on TV. HEAT, THE INSIDER, COLLATERAL... I've actually been looking forward to this movie as more than the lame DUKES OF HAZARD class TV to movie exercises.
But my enjoyment of the film was gobsmacked by this weird fragility in all films: If one detail is off, the spell is broken. The detail here was Colin Farrell's scruffy/pretty hair and his mutton chop mustache. Is this a flimsy pretnese to kick a passable summer action film around? Yes. Can I help it? No, and it's driving me crazy. Wish I could forgive it, given my respect for Mann, but I cannot. There were whole scenes where I couldn't follow the rat-a-tat dialogue because I was distracted by the absurdity of Farrell's hair. It was like the zombie head of a 1978 truckdriver had been graphted onto Mann's lead. The action was good, the characters were terse and layered as you might expect, and the glossy coolness was as good as you'd expect from, well, the Mann. But I could enjoy almost none of it.
Can a movie be wrecked by a bad haircut? I guess it can, which surprises and irritates me because I'm not one of these nit-picker armchair Scorseses that piss on everything that rubs me the wrong way as bad filmmaking. I can see past a few bad, or even big, faults in a movie if the underlying quality is there. But, I'm telling you... You've got to see this hair.
I've just come home from MIAMI VICE. I've had higher hopes than most it seems, given the greatness of Michael Mann has displayed all the way back to the days he sheparded VICE on TV. HEAT, THE INSIDER, COLLATERAL... I've actually been looking forward to this movie as more than the lame DUKES OF HAZARD class TV to movie exercises.
But my enjoyment of the film was gobsmacked by this weird fragility in all films: If one detail is off, the spell is broken. The detail here was Colin Farrell's scruffy/pretty hair and his mutton chop mustache. Is this a flimsy pretnese to kick a passable summer action film around? Yes. Can I help it? No, and it's driving me crazy. Wish I could forgive it, given my respect for Mann, but I cannot. There were whole scenes where I couldn't follow the rat-a-tat dialogue because I was distracted by the absurdity of Farrell's hair. It was like the zombie head of a 1978 truckdriver had been graphted onto Mann's lead. The action was good, the characters were terse and layered as you might expect, and the glossy coolness was as good as you'd expect from, well, the Mann. But I could enjoy almost none of it.
Can a movie be wrecked by a bad haircut? I guess it can, which surprises and irritates me because I'm not one of these nit-picker armchair Scorseses that piss on everything that rubs me the wrong way as bad filmmaking. I can see past a few bad, or even big, faults in a movie if the underlying quality is there. But, I'm telling you... You've got to see this hair.

