Spacey-ed out

reviewed Fri, 24 Jan 1997

It pains me to write this review, because I really like Kevin Spacey; he's a terrific actor and a very funny guy.  Directing, however, is not one of his talents, as is painfully demonstrated by Albino Alligator.  (The title is based on a bizarre Louisiana folk tale that's about the only interesting thing in the movie.)

Here's my advice:  if you're going to pare down a crime movie to its essentials -- character and dialogue -- you better make damn sure you've got a good script.  And the script (written by Fabian's son, Christian Forte) is a piece of crap.  Some warmed-over clichés here, a little heavy-handed symbolism there (posters of Humphrey Bogart and the old film G-Men adorn the bar -- okay, we get it), piddling inconsistencies that add up, and some whoppingly unbelievable "twists" -- it all equals crap.  The main characters, three small-time crooks holed up in a bar (called the Last Chance Bar -- get it, huh, get it?) as they are besieged by police who've mistaken them for international criminals, could have been pulled off the shelves of any Tired Old Stereotypes library:  the Young Hothead (Matt Dillon), the Reasonable One (Gary Sinise), the Crazed Psycho (William Fichtner).

The actors don't help -- most of them seem to be phoning in their performances.  You may have heard about the food that was spiked with PCP on the shoot of Titanic -- well, I think the catering on the Albino Alligator shoot was spiked with Valium.  The lugubrious pacing of the film only adds to its overall sleep-inducing atmosphere.

Buried somewhere beneath all the sorry-ass clichés are the shreds of a good story; it's understandable why a "25-words-or-less" pitch would make it sound attractive.  Maybe a better director could have done something, but Spacey uses bad haircuts, jumpy editing, and long pans of things like the yellow median line on a street to try to establish some sort of gritty crime feeling, and it just doesn't work.  Stick to acting, Kevin -- and some more of those great impressions.

But let's end this on a good note:  on my way home, I passed the theater showing Hamlet (line around the block, by the way).  One side of the marquee read:  "Alas Poor Mork" (Robin Williams is in it, in case you don't know).  The other side said:  "In Denmark, no one can hear you scream."

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