The Limey (1999)

The LimeyStarring Terence Stamp, Peter Fonda, Lesley Ann Warren, Luis Guzman, Barry Newman, and Nicky Katt.
Written by Lem Dobbs.
Directed by Steven Soderbergh.

Grade: A-

Review by Jeff Vorndam.

Steve Soderbergh and Terence Stamp are the dual stars of The Limey. This is a movie that flies along on a deceptively simple plot with time-manipulative editing and a tour de force central performance. Soderbergh continues to be on a roll: Schizopolis was absurd and hilarious, and Out of Sight seductively entertaining. With The Limey Soderbergh continues to explore themes of familial reclamation and genre satire, while striking new ground conceptually. His range as a director is refreshingly wide. With the recent avalanche of good movies out in theaters (how often can you say this?), The Limey might unfortunately get lost in the shuffle, but it is well-worth seeking and seeing.

The “what” of this film is a trite and true revenge story. We’ve seen the basic format before in Get Carter and Death Wish. It’s the “how” of this film that distinguishes it as worthwhile. Terence Stamp plays Wilson, a newly minted Cockney ex-con who is sort of a walking anachronism. He’s no Austin Powers though, he’s a tough S.O.B. and when he learns that his daughter was killed in a suspicious car accident in Southern California, he hops on a jet to get to the bottom of things. Once in L.A., he hooks up with a couple of his daughter’s friends, Ed (Luis Guzman) and Elaine (Lesley Ann Warren). After dispatching some underlings (who are surprised by the spry Cockney), Wilson learns the culprit is a record producer/drug lord named Terry Valentine (Peter Fonda). Wilson and Ed proceed to Valentine’s opulent residence up in the hills, and we expect a bloodbath.Terence Stamp and Luis Guzman

But wait... we’re only halfway through the movie at this point. Wilson can’t smoke Valentine this early in the film can he? Soderbergh reveals added dimensions to Wilson’s character as he bides his time. Rather than shooting Valentine point-blank in a vengeful rage, he touchingly swipes a picture of his daughter that Valentine had hanging on his wall. Wilson isn’t simply an avenging angel, he’s an autumn-yeared father, regretful that he never became close with his daughter because he was in jail.

Terry Valentine is understandably upset that someone is trying to kill him. He delegates his right hand man Avery (Barry Newman) to rub him out. Avery in turn subcontracts the job out to Stacy (Nicky Katt), a hitman who’d be at home in a Quentin Tarantino movie. Stacy, we learn, is being sought by the DEA in connection with Valentine’s drug money laundering. This circle of thug life is played effectively for laughs, with Katt getting most of them. The entire film is filled with dry ironic humor, due in large part to the iconoclastic casting. When Valentine’s new girlfriend tells him he’s “not specific enough to be a person,” he’s “more like a vibe,” he grins the grin of one who has feces feasted since the late 60s. Peter Fonda as Terry Valentine represents the opportunism of the freewheeling sixties gone to its modern conclusion. Perched high in the Hollywood Hills, his house would boast a fantastic view if the Los Angelas smog didn’t obscure it (a point wryly observed to great comic effect by Wilson). It is noted that his surroundings are built on trust, again an ironic comment considering the perversion of the ideal of trust a money launderer practices.Peter Fonda, more like a vibe

The best thing about The Limey is the way the style informs the movie’s meaning. Most films rely on the story to get their point across, and the style is simply an extra flourish. In The Limey, Soderbergh employs an arsenal of creative editing techniques and hand-held camerawork that recalls the exciting work done in the late 60s by Nicholas Roeg and John Boorman, while simultaneously reinventing the crime genre for the late 90s. The method is so noticeable, it becomes part of Soderbergh’s point. Whatever happened to experimenting with time and adorning the external onscreen environment with the internal world of the protagonist? If the Nouvelle Vague has gone back out to sea, Soderbergh seeks to reel in the visual expressiveness that washed ashore and lay like a stagnant bloated whale in the 1980s. In the movie we see repeated shots of Terence Stamp on a plane, only we don’t know whether he is on his way to LA or coming back from it. Consequently, the ensuing action could be an imaginary construct or a pieced-together memory. Either way, much of what we see has the linked synthesis of Wilson’s mind. A conversation that starts in one scene spills as voice-over into the next scene and then back to the first scene with a reaction shot of the person supposedly doing the talking. This implies the mind is working in two ways, that Wilson is fixating on the words and a series of images pertaining to them crop up. Terence Stamp as Wilson

The repetition of key shots like Wilson striding across the frame in front of blank white wall amplify the contrariness of his character to his surroundings. He’s a refuge from a more pro-active era, a foreigner, a lone wolf, and uncosmetic. One of the running jokes in the movie is the inability of anyone around him to understand his Cockney accent. The amplification of time is achieved through the usual array of jump cuts, but also through clips of a younger strikingly handsome Wilson, that is actually footage from the late 60s Ken Loach film Poor Cow. When the camera focuses in on Wilson’s penetrating eyes, we see a man whose time has passed and whose family has disintegrated. He is angry and regretful, and, unlike Mel Gibson’s character in the recent Payback, we care what happens to him.

The Limey succeeds in creating entertaining and thoughtful cinema from a slim worn starting point. For film fans who admire creative work from one of the best working directors, and for esteemers of strong acting (Stamp is mesmerizing), The Limey is worth seeking and savoring.

Review © November 1999 by AboutFilm.Com and the author.
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