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Killshot’
by Bill Goodykoontz - Jan. 23, 2009 12:00 AM
The Arizona Republic
Who knows what Mickey Rourke was doing during his self-imposed exile from the Hollywood hot list?
Who cares? Whatever he’s doing now he should stick with. He follows up a career-saving performance in The Wrestler with an understated yet compelling one in Killshot.
Rourke plays Armand “Blackbird” Degas, a mob hit man who makes a life-threatening mistake. While on the run from the mob, he winds up helping psycho bank robber Richie Nix (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) rough up a Realtor; things go awry, and the men are seen by Carmen Colson (Diane Lane) and her on-the-outs husband, Wayne (Thomas Jane).
Not good for the Colsons. They’re moved into the federal witness-protection program so Blackbird can’t find them.
Good luck with that.
What happens next seems far-fetched (or, should we say, even more far-fetched). That makes the strength of the film rest almost entirely upon the performances. Luckily, they’re uniformly good, if not great.
Blackbird’s grandmother is Native American, something that both plays a role in his makeup and leads him to the reservation, looking first for a place to chill out and later for more nefarious business. Blackbird is haunted by an earlier job that went wrong, which presumably is the reason that he tries to be so careful to cover all his tracks when working. It also explains why he’s willing to put up with Richie, all non-stop braggadocio - he reminds Blackbird of his younger brother.
The film is based on an Elmore Leonard novel; putting the Colsons’ marriage in trouble gives the story an extra element. New identities give them a chance to start over, to reinvent themselves. Can they? And once danger passes, can they go back to their former lives? Will they get the chance?
Gordon-Levitt overacts wildly, yet in some scenes - not all - it works. Lane is dependably solid, making Carmen the most levelheaded character of the bunch.
Except, maybe, for Blackbird. We’re evidently supposed to sense some sort of bond between Carmen and Blackbird, yet director John Madden (Shakespeare in Love) never really finds it.
It’s ultimately Rourke who makes the film worth watching. Always a fascinating actor, the miles of wear on his face makes him even more so now. Blackbird is a killer, yes, but he adheres to a set of rules, however twisted. He thinks of himself as a man of honor, after a fashion - at least when it serves his interests.
The role, the movie and the performance don’t measure up to The Wrestler. But Killshot serves notice that The Wrestler wasn’t a one-shot deal, that Rourke is back doing work that demands notice.