Cold BloodedReviewed By Rob Gonsalves
Posted 09/29/13 12:27:37
The aptly-titled "Cold Blooded" is the first feature film directed by Jason Lapeyre; he made it before co-directing the terrific "I Declare War" (both are newly available on iTunes).Both films are tightly wrought meditations on violence, though Cold Blooded fits much more comfortably into a genre file drawer -- it's a crime thriller, handled with what Hemingway called clean hands and composure, appealingly minimalist and sharing some DNA with the early work of John Carpenter. (The end-title music strongly recalls Carpenter's Escape from New York theme, and the premise tips its hat to Halloween II and Assault on Precinct 13 while being worthier of the latter than Precinct 13's own remake was.) Judging from Lapeyre's two features thus far, I'd say we have yet another Canadian director to watch. Must be something in the water up there.
The movie kicks off with a Reservoir Dogs vibe: thieves escaping from a diamond heist. It goes badly, and one of the thieves, Eddie Cordero (Ryan Robbins), is badly beaten and taken into custody. After better than two days of unconsciousness, Eddie wakes up in the hospital to find himself guarded by no-nonsense cop Frances Jane (Zoie Palmer). Before long, we discover that Frances isn't so much guarding against Eddie's escape as guarding him against heist colleagues who now want to kill him. They're both up against cobra-like Louis Holland (William MacDonald), a top-flight sociopath who isn't above using surgical tools close to hand to obtain what he wants.
Cold-Blooded is almost what Michael Douglas described in his recent Emmy speech as a two-hander -- much of the movie is a contest of wills between Eddie, who's not as violent or as psychotic as the crew he ran with, and Frances, who insists on following the law even when it would seem to do her the least good. The Carpenter feeling continues in the performances of Palmer (who resembles the young Edie Falco) and Robbins, who have a gratifying ice-and-fire rapport. Lapeyre doesn't forget about the other characters, though; we spend a bit of time with two separately terrified men -- a doctor (Husein Madhavji) and the diamond-store clerk coerced into facilitating the heist (Sergio Di Zio) -- who of course end up paired off, each nattering about protecting their families.
There's a bit of grisliness early on, unrevealed by me, that's a gift that keeps on giving -- it raises the stakes, puts a ticking clock on the proceedings, and provides several queasily absurdist moments. (Admirably played straight by one and all.) It also signals that all bets are off, since we don't expect to see such a game-changing event so soon in a narrative. It informs everything that follows, and, though bloody, it isn't leered at or even shown in much detail. Jason Lapeyre used to write for the excellent Canadian horror magazine Rue Morgue, but he isn't a gorehound; covering movies that treated violence as a meaningless game and movies in which violence actually meant something may have shown him which way to go. Cold Blooded may depict cold-bloodedness, but its own blood is warm and vital, without succumbing to unearned sentimentality or emotion (Eddie and Frances don't become best friends or something).
The filmmaking is remarkably clear-eyed and economical. The first images, almost still photos, suggest snapshots of what happened and why it went wrong. Every edit and line of dialogue have a purpose: not for nothing do I compare Cold Blooded to early Carpenter, who never let plot get in the way of the story. We like Frances and even sleazy Eddie, they get put in a bad situation, and we watch them trying to think their way out of it. You could probably count the number of gunshots on the fingers of one hand, have enough fingers to count the number of cliches, and still have a pinky left over.Lapeyre's one concession to visuals over logic is the heroine's iconically bloody face, which maybe could've been wiped clean sooner, but nobody's thinking much about skin care under the circumstances, and it fits in with Lapeyre's concerns running through both "I Declare War" and "Cold Blooded": blood is sticky and messy, and having it there on the heroine's cheek is a constant reminder.
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