EXCESS BAGGAGE (1997) *
What, however, was on the screen was another "Excess Baggage," a Hollywood flick starring Alicia Silverstone and produced by her own company, First Kiss. Even discounting my great expectations for the Mexican movie, the Silverstone vehicle was a bummer.
20-year-old Alicia plays 18-year-old Emily She is the (presumably) only child of a widower, a shady tycoon (or is this tautological?) played by Australian Jack Thompson who came to prominence with "Breaker Morant" but has had few really important roles since. This one is no exception.
The movie opens with a bang. Emily, pretending she's been abducted, phones Dad and asks for a ransom of one million dollars. (She uses some device that changes her voice to a man's. How she got it is beyond me, but then I walked in one minute late, as credits and action were rolling. Still...)
The magnate agrees. Emily ties up, gags and handcuffs herself, gets inside the trunk of her BMW. Professional car thief Vincent (Del Toro) steals the automobile, unaware of the "excess baggage." There's the obligatory chase. The car is hidden in a warehouse full of stolen vehicles. The film begins to slow down. Slowness grows into a drag. The drag is handicapped by the performers, the script, the awful editing, the bad continuity, several confusing sections, unclarity as to people and relationships.
Del Toro plays Vincent in a mumbly-jumbly, hoarsy-monotonous, often inaudible voice. He looks sullen and vague, not so much by character but rather like someone who has overdosed on tranquilizers. His very first smile comes at minute 71. The voice and the acting are vaguely Actors' Studio derivatives and not vaguely throwbacks to James Dean and Marlon Brando.
Vincent looks grungy. He has a partner, Greg (Harry Connick) who looks like a classy car-dealer, which indeed he is. Greg produces some of the rare mirthful touches when, much later, told of a catastrophe, he keeps reacting with "Gosh!"
Vincent discovers Emily. He becomes her unwilling abductor (don't ask). The two get into a road-movie situation. They have the kind of would-be-funny-and-antagonistic relationship which has all the bells, whistles and flashing lights that spell "future romance."
Emily is a spoiled brat who smokes like a steam locomotive, guzzles liquor, flaunts her sexuality (more imagined than real) and is an overall pain. I have not followed religiously Miss Silverstone's career, yet it seems to me that she has gained weight. Her baby fat is visible. She's on the chubby side, like chorus girls of the 1940s. Her acting is also about the level of that of chorus girls of the 1940s. Or the 1950s. Or college students of many decades who are performing in an amateur play.
The plot can't make up its mind. It hesitates and seesaws between comedy (even slapstick), action and pathos. The comedy is of the cutesy-couple persuasion. The action is muddled. It includes dealings among four partners-in-crime: Vince, Greg and two others that make up the ring of thieves. (But with the garagefuls of stolen, pricey cars, many more acolytes would have been needed).
The action is enhanced by Emily's dad's enlisting the help of his brother (or brother-in-law? unclear), ex-CIAer Ray. He is played by Christopher Walken, who, at his best, with his piercing eyes and his peculiar, hairless, sometimes androgynous face can exude menace like nobody's business --and can do it in a minimalist way.
Among his best recentish roles is that in the excellent "True Romance" directed by Tony Scott. I'm thinking of this movie as it has a distant "air de famille" with "Baggage," which, following "Demolition Man," is his second feature. Brambilla had been "discovered" earlier by, and worked with, Tony Scott's older brother, filmmaker Ridley Scott ("Alien," "Blade Runner," the road-movie "Thelma and Louise").
36-year-old Brambilla has worked primarily in TV commercials whose tiny time-span techniques are reflected in the choppiness of this feature-length movie. Sprinters are not Marathon-runners.
The pickings are slim. If you do see this product please note the waitress who has her CDs for sale and who unwittingly helps Walken to locate Del Toro. She's good, but I cannot identify her with certainty from the slim pressbook and other research.
Now to the pathos, such as it is. This unfocused film makes you wonder what brat Emily's scheme is all about. Near the end she tells Vincent that she did it "to make my father feel." "Feel what?" "Anything." So here's the Big Secret. Daddy lavishes bucks and BMWs on his girl, but does not show affection--or is it attention? Now we also understand why Emily had previously tried to set fire to her prep school. Deep stuff.
The audience I saw "Baggage" with was passive, very seldom giggled or laughed. Instead, there were frequent return trips to the concession stand.
The film, set in the State of Washington, was shot in neighboring and less expensive British Columbia. Grungy sets and rainsoaked landscapes added another depressing touch to this listless production.