- Culture
- 23 Jun 04
The Cooler’s pace never relents throughout, which keeps it lively enough to mitigate the bombardment of gangster-flick clichés that disfigure the proceedings. There’s certainly no earthly reason to see it twice, but for unfussy devotees of the genre, this might do the trick.
Though his name wouldn’t exactly be synonymous with world box-office domination, very few living actors are as universally revered as William H. Macy, whose undeniable brilliance has served to illuminate Boogie Nights, Happy Texas, Fargo and a voluminous list of other masterworks. (It’s likely that only John Turturro and Philip Seymour-Hoffman come close). A blood-splattered thriller set in a Vegas casino, The Cooler by no means qualifies as one of Macy’s better career choices, but in spite of its over-obvious debt to a billion neon-city movies of the past, it scores highly for effort if not originality.
Bernie Lootz (Macy) is the most chronically unlucky gambler ever to set foot in casinoland, a shuffling sorry-I-exist loser whose misfortunes are contagious to all around him, until (to his own complete bewilderment) he’s sexually targeted by waitress/hooker Bernie (Maria Bello), thus triggering a complete reversal in his fortunes generally. Sadly, this comes as unwelcome news to gangster scuzzball Shelly (Alec Baldwin), a raging sadist who’s highly compelling to behold, if perhaps a little too clearly modelled on Goodfellas’ Joe Pesci.
The Cooler’s pace never relents throughout, which keeps it lively enough to mitigate the bombardment of gangster-flick clichés that disfigure the proceedings. There’s certainly no earthly reason to see it twice, but for unfussy devotees of the genre, this might do the trick.