Review: Suicide Kings
A group of rich college kids (Sean Patrick Flanery, Jeremy Sisto, Jay
Mohr, and Henry Thomas) kidnap businessman and former mobster Christopher
Walken, take them to nerdy associate Johnny Galecki’s family mansion, tie him
to a chair, and drug him. When Walken awakens, one of his fingers is missing,
and he is made aware of the situation: Thomas’ sister has been kidnapped by two
goons (Brad Garrett being one of them), with a $2 million ransom being
demanded.
Unfortunately, the father of the kidnapped girl has managed to screw
things up, and so now they want Walken to use his mob connections to get the
girl set free. Walken claims to be out of that life now, but the boys are
having none of that. But Walken is a wily bastard and starts playing his
captors against one another, even suggesting that there might be an ‘inside
man’ on the kidnapping. Is this true or is he just fucking with them? Denis
Leary plays Walken’s chief henchman, who is trying to locate his boss, with
Cliff De Young playing Walken’s concerned legal counsel. Leary’s henchman
character is some piece of work. He wears $1500 stingray shoes, freely gives
money to a homeless guy, but then turns it all around when his shoes get damaged.
Obviously his sense of charity is handicapped by his intense rage. He also has
a hatred for women bashers, and in one great scene (apparently the only one
with dialogue not improvised by Leary) lets us in on just why that is.
Directed by Peter O'Fallon (whose cinematic directorial debut this was
after directing episodes of “Northern Exposure” among other things) and
scripted by Josh McKinney, Gina Goldman, and Wayne Rice, this 1997 flick is one
of the better crime flicks to come out in the wake of Tarantino’s overrated but
influential “Pulp Fiction”. The mixture of gangster and dark comedy
isn’t always on target and there are a few too many characters, but there are
some fine moments and not a bad performance in sight. Particularly impressive
are Christopher Walken and Denis Leary (the latter is brilliant), but Jay Mohr
(as the hot-head of the group) and Johnny Galecki (simply born to play a whiny
guy named Ira) have their moments too.
I think the solution is predictable from before the midway point, and I’m
not entirely sure how I feel about the film’s ending. It’s certainly a ruthless
and perhaps even appropriate ending, maybe unavoidable. But it leaves you with
a different feeling than the preceding 90 or so minutes had.
Overall, this is enjoyable stuff, especially for genre fans. I’d
certainly much rather watch this than “Pulp Fiction”, or Flanery’s
uneven “Boondock Saints” movies, for that matter.
Rating: B-
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