The Bank Job directed by Roger Donaldson (Lion's Gate, 2008) Coming to a loss for words is usually due to one of two things: 1) there is such an astonishing creation of wonder and awe that we are stunned into silence, or 2) the topic is a step below mundane, and to even attempt to broach the subject would be a monotonous task. Unfortunately, The Bank Job directed by Roger Donaldson falls into the latter category.
Inevitably, everything they steal they decide to keep and, unaware of the photos they're holding, they attempt to skip town. Also, there are many more subplots involving a porn king and a whole list of corrupt cops (literally). But don't worry, everything is tied into a neat little bow by the end. So ... why the loss of words? Well, there is simply nothing there, nothing between its ears, a film devoid of all creative thought and spark. The 1970s was an era lush with vibrant colors and fashion. Music wasn't just a pastime; it was a lifestyle, and all aspects of life were up for experimentation -- we see none of this in The Bank Job. It is straight-forward to the point of becoming forgettable. This film can best be described as a "Tradition of Quality" (a term used by critic Francois Truffaut); it follows all of the established traditions of previous filmmakers on the qualifications for a suspense/thriller movie, and this is supposed to produce a high-quality film. I will admit that Donaldson's film is pristine in following this. But instead of using the trite music with the heavy beats and string-instrument background, why couldn't he have pulled music from the era or fused into the movie some tiny creative trinket? No, when it comes down to it, the movie is simply a series of shots that create a plot -- absolutely no more, no less. Its only function is to instill amnesia; you forget all about it the second you leave the theater. ![]() |
![]() Rambles.NET review by Molly Ebert 25 July 2009 Agree? Disagree? Send us your opinions! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |