Review: Capone
The final chapter in the life of gangster Al Capone
(Tom Hardy), now gravely ill and erratic. Linda Cardellini plays Capone’s wife,
Kyle MacLachlan is his doctor, Noel Fisher plays Capone’s loyal son, and Matt
Dillon is an old friend/criminal associate come to help out in Capone’s final
days.
Once-promising writer-director John Trank continues
his career descent by directing Tom Hardy to his hammiest and worst performance
to date in this useless, grotesque biopic from 2020. After the notorious flop
of “The Fantastic Four” and now this ghastly bit of tedium, I’m not sure
how poor Mr. Trank (whose super-powered “Chronicle” was one of the best
films of its year) recovers. The idea of covering a less well travelled portion
of Capone’s life isn’t an inherently bad one. However, in Trank and Hardy’s
hands it’s about 100 minutes of Al Capone gurgling, crapping the bed, squinting,
and rolling his eyes. It’s not an interesting or enjoyable experience, and
Hardy’s unsubtle performance is as convincing as the dreadful makeup job done
on him. Hardy looks more like Harvey Weinstein with pink-eye, which is awfully
uncomfortable to endure. Adopting a fake raspy mobster voice, he also sounds
enough like Louie the Fly from the Mortein ads so as to be laughable. Linda
Cardellini is beautiful and capable as always, and Matt Dillon is solid as
usual. The best performance probably comes from “Shameless” co-star Noel
Fisher, whom you can’t help feeling sorry for having to endure Hardy’s
overacting up close. Hell, even Kyle MacLachlan is decent for a change. No one
is able to make up for the mess that Trank and Hardy are making here. It’s that
bad.
Is this some kind of bad joke? Either way it’s
certainly a bad film, and an embarrassing one. A filmmaker out of his depth and
an actor seemingly out of his mind combine to create a self-indulgent, borderline
unwatchable mess based on potentially interesting subject matter. Wretched.
Rating: D
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