The
Real Campaign is Better
John
Sayles’ latest film opens on a fictitious Colorado gubernatorial
candidate named Dickie Pilager (Chris Cooper) filming a campaign
ad at a pristine Rocky Mountain lake. The ersatz environmentalist
and Dubya-like Pilager (read pillager) can’t recite his lines
and cast his fishing line at the same time and fumbles take after
take. Suddenly something heavy tugs at his line. As the stunned
crew looks on, Pilager slowly reels in a dead body. His campaign
manager Chuck Raven (read Rove), ably portrayed by Richard Dreyfuss,
deduces improbably that the murdered man, a Hispanic immigrant,
somehow turned up dead as part of dirty opposition campaign tactics,
and immediately hires gumshoe Danny O’Brien (Danny Huston)
to track down and warn a list of usual suspects. O’Brien,
a former journalist (read hero) soon learns what is obvious to everyone
in town but him: the Pilagers and their cronies are mendacious political
opportunists. Armed with this “insight,” he solves the
murder/accident, rescues his self-esteem and wins back his former
love Nora (Maria Bello) another hero/journalist who nonetheless
has thrown him over for Billy Zane’s sneering lobbyist (read
Snidely Whiplash) for no apparent reason except to provide a B story
line.
John
Sayles is at his best when he chronicles the tragicomic lives of
ordinary people, as in The Return of the Seacaucus Seven,
Sunshine State, or Lianna. Silver City,
however, burns with a heartfelt big message. But after the first
minute or two of Cooper’s stammering drawl and the machinations
of the reptilian Raven, we get it. Sadly, the movie lasts another
hour and a half.
Sayles
forces a social message film, like his Matewan, onto a
noirish mystery, ala Lone Star, to create Silver City,
but the result never gels. Ultimately, the dead man doesn’t
have much to do with Pilager’s campaign, but in the meantime
Sayles’ characters lecture us on the environment, billionaires,
tobacco, workplace safety, immigration, media hypocrisy, TV advertising,
to name a few. The love story doesn’t make sense, the plot
points don’t add up, and the ending feels tacked on.
Sayles
works again with his favorite actors like the talented Chris Cooper
as well as veteran cinematographer Haskell Wexler, perhaps most
well known as writer and director of the ‘60s anthem Medium
Cool, a movie worth renting. The ensemble cast does its best
to enliven the piece, especially Sal Lopez as Tony Guerra, Danny’s
assistant investigator, and Miguel Ferrer as a bug-eyed, vein popping,
right wing radio host who’s not as crazy as he seems. In the
end, though, movie mogul Sam Goldwyn’s famous aphorism rings
true: "If you want to send a message, call Western Union."
The film lacks the compelling characters of a drama like Lone
Star or even the crazed energy of Fahrenheit 9/11.
I admire Sayles’ work and it pains me to say it, but Silver
City’s message is a couple of years too late; even its
jokes fall flat, because we have heard and seen it all before.
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Patricia Ducey
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