Love Ranch: movie review
What a difference a marriage makes. In Helen Mirren鈥檚 most recent triumph, 鈥�The Last Station,鈥� she played the wife of Christopher Plummer鈥檚 Leo Tolstoy, and even though the marital union was fraught, the acting was amazing and the movie was marvelous.
Her latest movie, 鈥�Love Ranch,鈥� set in Nevada in the 1970s, isn鈥檛 just a comedown, it鈥檚 a plummet without a parachute.
Mirren plays Grace, wife and business partner of Joe Pesci鈥檚 Charlie Bontempo, the owner of a legalized brothel. The couple is based on Joe and Sally Conforte and their notorious Mustang Ranch. It鈥檚 a tawdry movie about a tawdry business.
This is the first film that director Taylor Hackford has made with Mirren, his wife, since 鈥淲hite Nights鈥� back in 1985. His usual hypercharged stylistics 鈥� on display, most recently, in 鈥�Ray鈥� 鈥� are completely absent here. The film is so lethargic, and the cinematography so washed-out, that it wilts as you鈥檙e watching it.
Maybe Hackford, and his screenwriter Mark Jacobson, were attempting to convey the dullness of vice. If so, they vastly overcorrected. But what about the dullness of the performances?
For those of us who admire Mirren 鈥� and is there anyone who doesn鈥檛? 鈥� seeing her stranded in this mediocrity is painful. And then there鈥檚 the Joe Pesci problem. I suppose it鈥檚 unfair to compare him to Plummer as a costar, but, really, Mirren deserves better.
I suppose Pesci does, too 鈥� after all, he was memorably powerful in 鈥�Raging Bull鈥� and 鈥�Goodfellas.鈥� He knows how to play sleaze. But in 鈥淟ove Ranch鈥� he鈥檚 an in-your-face hollerer who barely registers his costar. He closes Mirren out. When Charlie, for the umpteenth time, plays around with one of his prostitutes, you don鈥檛 feel sorry for Grace (as you are supposed to). You feel good for her. Who needs him?
The only vaguely interesting aspect to this film is the subplot involving a past-his-prime Argentinian heavyweight owned by Charlie. Armando Bruza (a nice Sergio Peris-Mencheta) is based on Oscar Bonavena, who became a romantic attraction for Sally Conforte. Armando is like a great big shaggy kid, and when Charlie puts Grace in charge of his training, the inevitable ensues.
Grace is wised up enough to know that Armando is leading her on for ulterior motives, but, behold, their romance turns out to be the real deal. Her rapt astonishment at this turn of events represents the film鈥檚 only genuine acting highlight.
The only directorial highlight is the boxing match where Armando squares off against an Ali-like opponent. Hackford seems to relish the excitement of filmmaking in this scene. Once it ends, we鈥檙e plunked squarely back in the land of lethargy.
There鈥檚 an easy-laugh moment I wish the filmmakers had resisted. At one point when Grace is acting up, Charlie blurts out, 鈥淲ho do you think you are, the queen of England?鈥� (I鈥檝e cleaned it up a bit). That line only serves to remind us how far the mighty have fallen. Grade: D+ (Rated R for sexual content, pervasive language, and some violence.)
