+ Interview with Edward Burns, starring in 15 Minutes
It's Over Already
John Herzfeld's 15 Minutes opens with some of that
too-familiar handheld video footage that passes for
"edgy" technique. Two scruffy-looking characters are
arriving in New York, and as one of them, Emil (Karel
Roden), fidgets a bit under the watchful eye of the
customs agent, his pal Oleg (Oleg Taktarov) just keeps
on taping -- the grumpy folks next to him on line,
some pretty girls, the increasingly discomforted Emil.
"Stop fooling around," Emil snarls. Undeterred, Oleg
smiles, "I want to document our trip to America."
Though they aren't precisely in sync at this moment,
it's not long before these villainous partners learn
to appreciate what they can do for one another. And
because the movie is by-the-numbers, their villainy is
telegraphed by the following cues: they look rough and
unshaven, and they have Eastern European (Russian and
Czech) accents. Come to collect some money from a
former third partner, these two creeps immediately get
themselves into deep trouble, each fulfilling the
stereotype that he's assigned during the film's first
few minutes. As sociopathic Emil commits a series of
brutal murders and tortures, Frank Capra-wannabe Oleg
eagerly tapes everything. It is during their killing
spree that they form something of a perfect union,
calculating that the videotapes will simultaneously
grant them a stunning Jerry Springer-ish fame and
legal absolution, since they must be insane to tape
such outrages.
While Oleg and Emil go about their dastardly deeds,
they're being tracked equally vehemently by both the
cops and the tabloid reporters, the latter represented
by Robert Hawkins (played by Kelsey Grammer in
appropriately full-on slime mode), anchor for a show
called Top Story, where his boss is the
conscienceless Cassandra (Kim Cattrall, playing yet
another version of her Sex and the City character).
The head cop on the case is charismatic homicide
detective Eddie Flemming (Robert DeNiro), aided for a
minute by partner Leon (Avery Brooks). It's heartening
to see Hawk back on the street, but he's very soon
downed by a flesh wound, so that Eddie might deal with
his replacement "partner," an idealistic arson
investigator named Jordy (Edward Burns). While Jordy
is ostensibly set up as Eddie's moralistic counterpart
(so they can follow the usual buddy trajectory, i.e.,
antipathy turning into mutual admiration), the fireman
is introduced in a very strange scene: on his way to
the arson scene that will bring him together with
Eddie (Emil has burned up his first two vics'
apartment), Jordy happens on a mugger (David Alan
Grier) in mid-act in the park. Jordy's in a hurry to
get to his "real job," so he leaves the unnamed mugger
handcuffed to a tree. While it could be that this
scene is designed to complicate Jordy's
goody-two-shoes-ness, it runs up hard against legal
and even common sense, which suggests that Jordy is
less complicated than dim.
Once he arrives at the crime scene, Jordy proceeds to
impress Eddie with his incisive arson investigator's
know-how (he can trace where the fire began, whether
the victims were dead before the fire, etc.). Refusing
to be one-upped, Eddie shows off his expertise in
using the press to his own advantage, while Jordy
makes faces indicating that he thinks the guy is a
sell-out (this coming from someone who's just left
David Alan Grier attached to a tree in the park...).
And this is the film's primary point, the eventual
resolution -- by hard-earned mutual respect -- of this
tension between the egotistical media hound and the
just-doing-my-job scrapper. At first, Eddie's cynicism
appears alarmingly complete, as he's not only whoring
himself to the press (he's been on People magazine's
cover) but he's also dating a beautiful and ambitious
tv reporter, Nicolette (Melina Kanakaredes). But when
the film reveals that the dating thing is for real,
that Supercop honestly loves Nicolette, it's almost
worse. The device is so trite that it's difficult to
read it as anything but.
Besides, as per the usual cop-flick plot, the
boy-bonding gets more attention than the
hetero-romancing, which may be just as well, since,
when Eddie gets all syrupy during an attempted
marriage proposal to lovely Nicolette, he's actually
less appealing than when he's strutting and sniping at
that cute Jordy. Before you get any ideas, though, you
should know that Jordy has his own girl-complications,
in the form of a beautiful call-girl who witnesses one
of Emil's murders. Daphne (Vera Farmiga) just happens
to be in the bathroom when Emil starts cutting
throats, so he misses her at first. But once he learns
of her existence, of course nothing can keep him from
killing her, except the fact that she needs to stay
alive long enough to extend the plot, and so he stalks
and terrorizes Daphne for a while.
This isn't so hard to do, because she leaves behind
some identification that reveals she works for an
escort service run by Rose (played by Charlize Theron
in a Lulu wig -- further proof, if any was needed,
that the omnipresent Theron needs to be more
discriminating about her roles). Rose is a
businesswoman of sorts, but she's no more substantive
than Cassandra or Nicolette or even Daphne (who has
more screen time of all the other girls combined,
though most of it is spent running down stairways and
alleys). Every woman in 15 Minutes is a function of
the film's overriding theme, that tabloid culture is
all about getting a rise out of otherwise cynical cops
and villains, reporters and viewers. That this point
is made here by delivering damsels in potential and
actual distress is surely not news. But the strategy
displays the film's general behind-the-timesness. For
all its insistence on a kind of cutting-edgy relevance
with regard to today's gritty reality and tab
television overkill, the movie's concerns are actually
pretty stale. The whole idea is just so 15 minutes
ago.