The Iceman (U.S., 2012) directed by Ariel Vromen, 103
minutes
Monday, September 10, 2012, 11.15am, Scotiabank 3
This film is a fictional re-enactment of the life of Richard Kuklinski, a hired killer for the Gambino family. As
a Polish-American, Kuklinski (Michael Shannon) could not be initiated into the crime family as he was not of Italian descent but he
served as a dutiful "soldier" nonetheless and carried out some 100 hits (some
say that the number is closer to 250).
Either due to his stone cold demeanor during
hits or his method of freezing the bodies he kills to disguise the time of
death, he soon acquires his nickname. The film convincingly traces a long
history of violence stretching from the 1950s (murdering a man in a pool hall who insults his fiancee) to proving himself worthy enough to be a hitman (shooting a homeless
man to death) in the 1960s to numerous hits in the 70s.
Early in Kuklinski’s career, Roy DeMeo (Ray Liotta), mob
boss, taps into Kuklinki’s sociopathic tendencies that we later learn was part
of a long string of violent and deadly altercations including torturing animals
and schoolmates.
Perhaps what piqued the interest of the filmmaker was the
seemingly normal life that Kuklinski led away from the mob. He and his wife
Deborah (Winona Ryder) live with their two beautiful daughters in an ideal suburban
environment. The girls attend Catholic school; their dad takes them roller
blading and to cozy family dinners. Kuklinksi is a loving father and husband and, to
their minds, is an excellent provider and protector.
Shannon is of course immensely talented (roles as the mentally ill,
truth telling John Givings in Revolutionary Road or the controlling, sleazy
band manager Kim Fowley in The Runaways come to mind) and he is utterly convincing as
the killer. There are also intriguing, surprising choices for supporting roles: James Franco as a
sleazy mob underling with a penchant for filming underage girls; David Schwimmer
sporting a Fu Manchu mustache who is a largely inept hitman and notorious blabbermouth connected to DeMeo; the usually jovial heartthrob Chris Evans as "Freezie" a particularly psychotic henchman who drives an ice cream truck; or, Stephen Dorff, as
Joseph, Richie’s brother who is serving a long sentence for killing a child
suggesting a Kuklinski family history of abuse and dysfunction.
When Kuklinski unravels, as he inevitably does, the family has no
inkling of what this other life is. At his sentencing in the 1980s it’s the last time
he sees his family (he died in prison in 2006 under somewhat suspect circumstances).
I hesitate to embrace this film somewhat … not because it
isn’t good (it’s very well done for this genre) but haven’t we seen enough of
this trope: the psychotic killer who has a tender side (exhibit #1: Tony Soprano and company)? Who loves his children
and wants a quiet life when he’s not assassinating or torturing people? Of
course, even killers have a line they won’t cross. For our “hero” it’s sparing
the life of a seventeen year old girl who witnesses a murder.
I presume that I am troubled that I come to “like” or sympathize
with Kuklinski despite the horrific murders. Is that enough ... to like him? We have no sense
of why he is what he is. There are explicit hints of a brutal father but that doesn’t
suffice (take a look at the family history - it's horrifying), a great many people have those and rarely kill. I wish time had been spent in
exploring the sources of this icy resolve to kill on command at least as much
time as was spent on the meticulously designed clothes and beautiful set.
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