"Inside Man" 2006 United States, Spike Lee.
At the top right hand corner of this page it says, "I take no pains to not 'spoil' plot-twists or endings." Just this once, though, I'll reiterate: Stop! Spoilers ahead! On to business.
As I have said,
Inside Man is as thoroughly enjoyable a movie experience as I have ever had. I saw it again earlier this evening and I am delighted to report that it stands up to a second viewing 100%. Where to begin?
The early shot of the Cyclone implies, as others before me have pointed out, that a real roller coaster of a plot is about to unfold. Director Spike Lee deftly employs a contradictory cocktail of cinema history and cinema techniques to muddy the water and mislead the audience as to the specific nature of the heist instead of simply using red herrings (
The Usual Suspects) or outright false information (
The Sixth Sense). The film's first shot calls to mind
The Lavender Hill Mob, which begins with Alec Guinness in a tropical café relating to a companion the story of his perfect crime. In the final shot the camera tracks back and reveals that Guinness is, in fact, handcuffed to his companion, a law enforcement officer come to arrest him.
Inside Man's deception works in the opposite direction: Dalton Russell's (Clive Owen) reference to a "prison cell" implies that the film will end with his own apprehension. But the second half of this semi-bookend reveals that "prison cell" was merely a descriptive term. There are outright misleading moments: we see Russell remove the incriminating document from the safe deposit box, leaving the diamonds, which implies that the document is indeed all he came for. But for each of these moments Lee reveals something true: the interviews with the hostages gives away the fact that when the dust settles no robbers will remain in the bank, the police discussion of Dalton's trivia game carries over (muffled) into a tracking shot inside the bank, "revealing" the fact that the police truck is bugged. The references to
Dog Day Afternoon (explicitly in the dialogue, Marcia Jean Kurtz plays a character named Miriam in both films) implies that these bank robbers have a goal as straightforward as those, but the loud, blaring brass that accompanies the early robbery scenes (these parts of the score reminded me of James Bond films--super villain music) suggest that maybe they have some more deceptive master plan.
I love the extent to which Lee seems to identify with his protagonists.
Inside Man is clearly a paycheck movie, and Lee is understandably apprehensive about the implication of this project. Both Russell and Detective Frazier (Denzel Washington) engage in morally questionable actions: Russell robs a bank, Frazier accepts the clandestine assistance of the Mayor (Peter Kybart) and Ms. White (Jodie Foster) to advance his career. But neither man compromises his morality. Russell doesn't kill anyone and he robs only from a Nazi collaborator. Frazier never risks the safety of the hostages: there are clearly limits to his willingness to help White. They both delight in their work: when Russell tells us that he is going to commit the "perfect robbery" there is a tangible measure of pride in his voice. In the scenes at the beginning of the film when Frazier and Detective Miller (Chiwetel Ejiofor) head to the crime scene ("Bad guys, here I come!") they step lightly, they jostle and josh one another, and Frazier stops to adjust his hat to an appropriately rakish angle. It was a real pleasure to watch their joy in their jobs, their own abilities. It's as if Lee is admitting that this film is something of a compromise, but reminding us that he's quite good at what he does and he enjoys it.
And, most importantly, he believes in his ability to effect good in his capacity as director, even in this film.
Inside Man addresses his favorite them of race relations, specifically in "post 9-11" America. Here it's a very casual racism. A hostage emerges from the bank and when his mask is pulled off revealing a turban a cop mutters, "Oh shit a fuckin' Arab." Captain Darius (Willem Dafoe) refers to the "rag heads at Munich", Frazier cautions another officer (Victor Colicchio as Sergeant Collins) to "watch the color commentary." None of this really is portrayed as significant to the plot, but it's significant that it's there. These are not bad people, but they are racist people. He paints with a much lighter (and a much more realistic) touch the same picture of the persistence of racism that was the sole subject of
Crash. There is one jarring moment: the inclusion of a video game that proclaims, "Kill dat nigga!" But this too is brief, passing. The theme is there for us to reflect upon, but Lee is not about to dictate to us how we should feel.
The acting is absolutely delicious. Denzel Washington is so relaxed, so flippant as Detective Frazier that I could feel fulfilled watching his character do his taxes. He and Ejiofor have a chemistry that suggests that these two men go a long way back. Washington and Clive Owen are both calm and assured, exuding confidence. They are stunning as two chess masters engaged in a battle of wits, and each clearly loves the game. Jodie Foster is every bit the "ice queen" that Stephanie Zacherek describes her as [
1] and her dominating, emasculating presence should go a long way towards redeeming Lee's reputation as a closet misogynist, of which I was reminded by a comment at
the chutry experiment [
2]. Look at the way Arthur Case (Christopher Plummer) bristles at her confidence! The supporting cast, both big name (Dafoe) and small (Al Palagonia, who I enjoyed in
He Got Game, plays the construction worker: "100% Albanian!") adds immeasurably to the film.
The script, by first time screenwriter Russell Gewirtz, is likewise excellent. The film functions almost as a police procedural, capturing perfectly the fact that this is just another day in the life for the detectives and the police offers. When Frazier arrives at the crime scene and tells Captain Darius, "We're gonna take a walk down to the diner," (where many scenes take place) you can't help but feel that this is how a crime scene really works. The scene in which Darius describes the S.W.A.T. teams' plan to move in on the bank reminded me of Andrzej Wajda's discussion in
Wajda On Film of Andzej Munk's version of the assassination scene in
The Assassination Attempt [
3]. Gewirtz manages to have his cake and eat it too, showing us both the real raid and the imagined, action-packed one. It also invokes
Bob le Flambeur just a bit, don't you think? There's another wonderful moment that I want to mention (likely attributable more to Lee than to Gewirtz) near the end when Frazier finally arrives home. The shot consists of his shadow in the top part of the frame, with its skewed fedora, and his girlfriend's long legs in the foreground. It invokes Humphrey Bogart and serves almost as a
riposte to the Blaxploitation films that fetishized other, less desirable aspects of the Bogart persona.
The dialogue is playful, hilarious. This is part good writing, part great acting. Spot-on timing permeates the film. Frazier says, "Last time I had my johnson pulled that good it cost me $5 bucks," and Darius looks up and asks, "$5 bucks?" Frazier tells Russell that he's reluctant to marry his girlfriend for financial reasons, to which Russell replies, "If you really love each other money shouldn't be a problem." Frazier responds, "Thank you, bank robber." There's a real levity about the entire script. Lee conspires to direct our attention to the writing and the acting as often as possible, and it is easy to see why: there's real quality here.
I mentioned earlier
Inside Man's treatment of racial issues and I mentioned
Crash. These two films lend themselves so easily to comparison--I hope that someone does some work here.
Crash's argument is simplistic: we are guilty of racism, we are all both good and bad (!).
Inside Man, on the other hand, actually begins to ask who are the bad guys in our society, a question with real resonance after Hurricane Katrina. It would ring false were the police or the government to have all the answers, and Lee indicts both by showing the sway that Arthur Case holds over the mayor through Madeline White. She says of Case that he's taken the saying "when blood's in the streets buy property" too much to heart, but adds that in this, "he's no different from the rest of the Fortune 500." It's a deep-seeded mistrust of power, but one that Lee shares with much of America.
As recently as this last December Spike Lee said in an interview with Lee Siegel at
Slate, "But I remember thinking when we were nominated [for an Oscar] for
4 Little Girls and then finding out that a rabbi was a producer for the other one: We're not gonna win" [
3]. I think that Siegel was arguably leading Lee towards such a statement with his questions ("That is an issue, right? It's followed you throughout your career, the relationship between blacks and Jews."), and I bring it up only for a specific reason: don't you just love the fact that
Inside Man is, in a manner of speaking, Lee's "Jewish" movie? He treats the issue respectfully, and touches on some of the same issues as
Munich. The Jewish man who identifies himself as a Columbia Law professor who studies war crimes and genocide is revealed at the end of the film to be party to the robbery. Is it possible that this heist began with his desire to exact revenge on Case? It would explain why Russell answers his question about the whereabouts of the ring by saying, "It's in good hands."
I have a great deal of esteem for this film, but I hope that I'm not overstating my case. It is great in the ways of wonderful genre films, and it ranks with
Bob le Flambeur and
Touchez pas au Grisbi! as one of my favorite heist films. Is it a great movie, though? I don't know, and frankly I don't give a damn. In her review of the film Manohla Dargis says, "To judge from this precision-tooled amusement, Mr. Lee may have missed his calling (one of them, anyway) as a studio hire" [
4]. Given her oft-stated love for old Hollywood this is high praise indeed. And given my high esteem for Ms. Dargis, I can think of no more fitting conclusion to this rambling, disjointed appreciation.
1: Stephanie Zacharek's review of Inside Man (Salon 24 March 2006)
2: Jennifer's comment to Chuck Tryon's review of Inside Man (the chutry experiment 26 March 2006)
3: Wajda, Andrzej, Wajda On Film. Acrobat Books: Los Angeles, 1991. Pg. 14.
4: "Spike Lee - The director talks about movies, race, and Will Smith" by Lee Siegel (Slate 1 December 2005)
5: "'Inside Man', a Crime Caper Starring Denzel Washington" by Manohla Dargis (New York Times 24 March 2006)