Christopher Walken, Alan Arkin and Al Pacino are “Stand Up Guys.”
STAND UP GUYS
⋆⋆½ out of four stars
Rating: R for language, sexual content, violence and brief drug use.
Pacino, Walken, Arkin star in 'Stand Up Guys'
- Article by: Colin Covert
- January 31, 2013 - 3:12 PM
There’s a comfortable class-reunion vibe to the gangland comedy “Stand Up Guys.” That’s because pretty much everyone in the entire acting company reprises roles they’ve played to perfection before.
You’ve got Christopher Walken spot-on as Doc, a complicated, laconic hit man. Here’s Al Pacino gleefully desecrating his Scarface roles as Val, a batty, cartoonish and more over-the-top-than-usual bank robber. Alan Arkin rounds out the crew as Hirsch, another grumblesome lion in winter, this time a retired getaway driver growling for one final fling. The casting gives us three men on base even before “ER’s” Julianna Margulies appears as a kindhearted hospital nurse, “Breaking Bad’s” Mark Margolis plays a murderous villain, and Lucy Punch, comedy’s go-to harlot, pops up as a ditzy hooker.
What could go wrong? Not much, if you’re in the agreeable mood this enjoyable film aims to kindle. The story template is comfortably familiar, a mob variant on “The Last Detail.” Walken’s creaky triggerman, an old confederate of Pacino’s, meets him at the prison release gate, and the pair head out to celebrate his freedom by getting drunk, getting in fights and getting laid. Pacino, who has a mob contract on his head, is aware that his old crony Walken is probably going to kill him, but sees no reason why that inevitability should spoil their night on the town.
There’s nothing groundbreaking in the way the story unfolds. There’s a damsel to be rescued, dishonorable younger thugs to be taught respect, a hot muscle car to be red-lined through cop chases, and if you don’t see the Viagra jokes coming a mile away, check your bifocals. It’s unassuming stuff, directed with workman-like diligence by longtime character actor Fisher Stevens. He knows he doesn’t have to get fancy with actors the caliber of Pacino, Walken and Arkin. Just turn on the camera and turn them loose.
They make mild gags funnier than they have any right to be. A sequence at a bar where Pacino grinds up Walken’s heart medication and snorts it through a straw had me grinning in admiration. The idea is so-so, the execution priceless. By contrast, the go-for-broke jokes (like the sight gag of Val in the emergency room with drug-induced priapism) feel strained. Some of the best passages simply plunk the old pros down in a diner and let them talk, volleying dialogue back and forth like jai-alai champions. I can’t argue that performers the stature of Pacino, Walken and Arkin don’t deserve better material, yet it’s so nice to have them onscreen together I’m in no mood to quibble.
Colin Covert • 612-673-7186
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