I watched this on the plane as well and it is dreadful in every respect. Ostensibly about an impeccably tailored group of LA police vigilantes formed to take down gangster Mickey Cohen in 1949, Gangster Squad sports a script so hackneyed it plays as near farce. Basically, it is a mash of The Untouchables and LA Confidential, if those films were re-written by a 13 year old boy whose sole inspiration was Rambo II.
“To the sarge. You’re a bull in a china shop but we’d follow you anywhere.”
“I’ve been with a lot of outfits but none better than you group of misfits”
“To the Gangster Squad!”
“I signed up for this so I could tell my boy I tried to do something about it”
“Can you remind me of the difference between us and them? Because at this point I can’t tell anymore.”
“If I leave, Keeler dies for nothing.”
“Tomorrow they’ll take my badge. Tonight I’m still a cop.”
“Let’s finish it.”
“We gotta’ take out that gun!”
“Watch this, hoss.” (six shooter beats machine gun)
“Wanna’ dance?” (Man with gun drops it so a fistfight can occur)
“Every man carries a badge. Mickey Cohen pledged allegiance to his own power.”
“Jerry threatened to leave the force but he never did. I guess he couldn’t shake the call of duty that echoed in his ears.”
You simply cannot believe what you are hearing.
The squad is led by the wooden and true Josh Brolin, and consists of a playboy (Ryan Gosling), a cowboy (Robert Patrick), a black guy (Anthony Mackie, who uses a knife just like James Coburn in The Magnificent Seven), a Hispanic (Michael Pena, who is Patrick’s Tonto, and maybe even his son, depending on your reading of a death scene), and a geek (Giovanni Ribisi). Not quite Costner’s gang, but damn close.
They are all awful, but Gosling is by far the worst, utilizing a Brooklyn accent on helium. The result is a really dreamy Elmer Fudd.
Sean Penn as Cohen?
See Sean Penn in Casualties of War.
And Emma Stone as the Kim Basingeresque, savvy but world weary ingenue? What? Was Taylor Swift unavailable?
Ryan Gosling. “Don’t go.”
Emma Stone. “Don’t let me.”
The plot thuds along as our avengers mess with Cohen, but their efforts must be expedited because Cohen is setting up a wire service which will give him control of all betting west of Chicago in a week. If it becomes operational, he will be too big to take down, but they can’t find the location of this place. Perhaps they shouldn’t have blown up his trucks carrying the wire service equipment instead of following them. No matter. Because Cohen sites the wire service HQ, the jewel in his criminal crown, in the back of the nightclub that is the hottest spot in LA.
The film was not well received but it is troubling that it was not roundly demolished. This is a picture that portrays a thug garroting a character. The thug’s overcoat (in LA, mind you) catches on fire when he is backed into flames. He removes the burning coat, yet when the job is done, in the next shot, voila! The overcoat has returned! This is also a film where Mickey Cohen is depicted watching footage of one of his boxing matches. Cohen explains how he held on to the championship. The real Cohen never had a championship fight (he lost to World Featherweight Champion Tommy Paul two minutes into the first round), which I suppose is nitpicking. Yet, despite being a “championship” boxer, Cohen loses a fistfight to Brolin to close the movie, which is not nitpicking.
The following critics gave the film positive reviews: Ricardo Baca (Denver Post), Richard Roeper, Rafer Guzman (Newsday), Rex Reed (The New York Observer), John Hanlon (Big Hollywood) and Peter Debruge (Variety).
Follow the money, I say. Follow the money.