Catch .44: Cannes 2011 Review

1:26 PM PDT 5/26/2011 by Duane Byrge

Comments

Anchor Bay Entertainment

The Bottom Line

Shoot-'em-up with no survivors or redeeming characters.

Venue:

Cannes Film Festival, Market

Director-Screenwriter:

Aaron Harvey

Cast:

Bruce Willis, Forest Whitaker, Nikki Reed, Michael Rosenbaum

There’s some fun, cheeky inside stuff – Bruce Willis wailing “Respect” – which might make for hilarity in talent agency screening rooms, but that’s about the most favorable demographic this low-caliber oddity will attract.

CANNES - Neo-New Wave gurgles out of the bayou in this elliptical ditty featuring Bruce Willis and Forest Whitaker as a couple of swamp-balls who, basically, perpetrate a Mexican stand-off.

•Cannes Film Festival Revi...

•Cannes Film Festival 2012

Although it gives Willis and Whitaker an off-road chance to show off their character-actor chops, there’s not much to recommend in this cinematic conceit. There’s some fun, cheeky inside stuff – Bruce Willis wailing “Respect” – which might make for hilarity in talent agency screening rooms, but that’s about the most favorable demographic this low-caliber oddity will attract.

Jolting backwards from the bloody finale, Catch .44 plugs away on the lives of three girlfriends who toil at the local strip joint, but are now packing guns and heading out on I-40 to hi-jack a coke deal. These three are no angels, in part because they work for the nefarious Mel (Willis), a drug-lord and opportunistic snotwad.

As they tool the mean back-roads in their nifty Beemer, the three lasses squabble in annoying bad-girl drone. It doesn’t take long for them to meet trouble in the form of a squirrelly murderer (Whitaker) who’s gunned down a state patrolman and shimmied into his uniform.

Ricocheting back and forth between the bloody finale and the backstory of each girlie, Catch .44 is a petite amusement. Since none of the characters are sympathetic, it’s hard to stay focused or involved in this salacious journey.

Overall, filmmaker Aaron Harvey’s neo-nouveau narrative framework caves in and we’re left to the film’s performance curiosities.

Bruce Willis slinks into his slime-ball role with apt flourish. Sauntering around in his oily bathrobe, swigging bourbon and gorging walnuts, he’s amusing and utterly believable. Forest Whitaker hams it up with a crazy backwoods Hispanic speech cadence, which would make him an entertaining party guest. Of the bad girls, Nikki Reed triggers sexuality and bad temper in lethal doses.

The technical contributions are well-wrought, particularly costume designer Johanna Argan's aptly peculiar threads for Willis.

Venue: Cannes Film Festival, Market

Production company: Annapurna

Cast: Bruce Willis, Forest Whitaker, Nikki Reed, Michael Rosenbaum, Brad Dourif, Deborah Ann Wolf, Shea Whigham, Edrick Browne, Jill Stokesberry, Jimmy Lee, Jr.

Director/Screenwriter: Aaron Harvey

Producers: Michael Benaroya, Megan Ellison

Director of photography: Jeff Cutter

Production designer: Gary Frutkoff

Costume designer: Johanna Argan

Editor: Richard Byard

No rating, 108 minutes