Testosteronarama
Takers
Directed by John Luessenhop
Runtime: 107 min.
Takers has a Brother vibe that only partly has to do with most of its dapper bankrobber cast being African American. Co-producing rap artists and stars, Tip T.I. Harris and Chris Brown, make vivid use of the crime movie genres social significance which lackadaisical film commentators have mostly ignored. Takers accents the genres bonhomie: its exercise of the same working-class frustrations young black artists articulated in hip-hop music and music videos under the influence of 70s blaxploitation movies. But Takers is not a cultish parody like the upcoming Machete from Robert Rodriguez. It isto redeem a police blotter phrasea Saturday Night Special, excitingly executed.
The story of a mixed (black and white) Los Angeles heist crew is in a grand entertainment tradition: They stage an audacious skyscraper escape then lay low, only to get seduced into a hasty new job by an estranged ex-con colleague (T.I.). The risks taken involve the hazards of trust, sentiment and bravado more than greed but also reflects class and economic dissatisfaction going back to the genres roots; its honor-testing origins. Takers ads mention Michael Manns 1999, but I prefer a richer comparison: The Wild Bunch for Sam Peckinpahs vision of the self-destructive way socially maladjusted men embrace outlawry.
John Luessenhops direction and Armen Minasians editing are closer to Peckinpahs lucid, aestheticized morality than Michael Manns gloss. The spectacle does not overwhelm the personalities and each manIdris Elba, Paul Walker, Hayden Christiansen, Matt Dillon, Jay Rodriguez, Michael Ealy plus T.I. and Browncarries at least a sketch of family bonds or masculine empathy. Marianne Jean-Baptistes participation proves the filmmakers serious ambitions which proceed from critic Robert Warshows once-famous thesis The Gangster as Tragic Hero (1948) that explained: The gangster is a man of the city not the real city but that dangerous and sad city of the imagination which is so much more important, which is the modern world. No longer an alienated figure, the gangster outlaw reflecting black urban experience has come to represent a desperate response to the fact of the citys anonymity and death. Thats also been the essence of serious and braggadocious hip-hop and the tragic late-20th century sensibility that Peckinpah beautifully realized.
All this is implicit in Takers flashy, dangerous lawbreaking. Its hip-hop bunch sustain camaraderie through shared awareness of the citys implicit anonymity and death. Fans who can distinguish between mania and connoisseurship will appreciate this even in Paul Walker manly stride. Materialism means less to the Takers than obligation to family and friendsas in Elba and Dillons brother/father subplots that one montage fleetly interweaves. The bunchs new heist revives antagonism between Ealy and T.I. personified in Zoe Saldana switched romantic loyalties. Their sexual and ethical tensions recall how Peckinpah portrayed William Holden and Robert Ryans.
Through Luessenhop and the screenwriting teams connoisseurship and skills, Takers refines a genre that has been hollowed-out by the cold repetitions of such cliché movies as Soderberghs Oceans franchise and the cheap ambiguities of The Taking of Pelham 1,2,3, American Gangsters and Brooklyns Finest. Those films are lugubrious product compared to Takers. Even when doing action movie conventions (a dizzying hotel shoot-out with haunting voice-overs), Luessenhop at least does them swiftly.
His light, clear style creates a Testosteronarama: This cast of studly has-beens and romantic wannabes outclasses the pathetic Expendables and are almost as dazzling as Rocknrolla. Dillons finest performance in years sets the tone of aggrieved morality, defining a mans aggression as dedication (Ryan in The Wild Bunch was no more moving). And Chris Brown gets a showcase chase scene that is one of action cinemas all-time greatest. He runs for his life, passing through escalating levels of urban achievement, vaulting through danger, challenging fate. It should define his career like Jim Browns 50-yard dash in The Dirty Dozen.
Luessenhop cant top that climax but his shift to mournful mode effectively confronts deathPeckinpahs grave leveler. The pile-up seems overloaded, rather shortchanging the significance of Ghost, T.I.s duplicitous characterperhaps a pretentious idea yet hes a figure whose dazzling arrogance deserves better. Better is what Takers scrupulously provides for action-movie devotees usually suckered into cheering greed and swagger that is unrelated to their personal experience. The Brother vibe is epitomized in the image of the crew strutting past an exploding news helicopter. Turning that cliché into an image of multi-racial male bonding makes Takers a true thriller, superior to big-budget action films like Salt and Heat that exploit the urban audience while ignoring it.