You Might Wonder
Dead Man Down
Colin Farrell, Noomi Rapace, Isabelle Huppert, Dominic Cooper, Terrence Howard, F. Murray Abraham, Armand Assante
US theatrical: 8 Mar 2013 (General release)
“You should ask him out,” Valentine (Isabelle Huppert) says, “Live your life.” Watching her daughter Beatrice (Noomi Rapace) watch Victor (Colin Farrell), Valentine makes the kind of assessment you’d expect from a movie mom. She means to encourage Beatrice, who is damaged. You know this because her face is scarred, following a car accident two years ago. And Victor, well, he’s damaged too, which you know because you’ve already seen him at work as a hired killer, his face pained even as he demonstrates lethal skills.
Valentine is damaged too: she lost her hearing as a child in France. This story comes without detail or lament, and even serves as a bit of a joke and couple-bonding device, as Beatrice reveals to Victor that she’s hidden her mom’s hearing aids in her hand, so Valentine can’t hear what they’re saying. That Valentine handles her damage without drama makes her different from everyone else in Dead Man Down, as unthrilling a thriller as you can imagine. Valentine brings light and, such as it is, a bit of that life she urges her daughter to live. She has her toenails painted, she bakes cookies, and she wears cleansing facemasks.
What Valentine does not do is hear the central plot, in which Beatrice blackmails Victor into killing the drunk driver who caused her damage, using a cell phone video she’s taken of him killing a man in his apartment. You might wonder why a professional killer who is killing a man in his own apartment in New York City would leave his curtains open so the crime might be fully visible to neighbors like Beatrice. You might wonder as well why Victor would even consider agreeing to her scheme, which she announces during a frankly lunatic first date—the one that occurs when Beatrice follows her mother’s advice—where he’s driving and she’s threatening and his pickup truck is careening in city traffic.
His agreement, like the open curtain, is the sort of contrivance that makes this movie go, a preposterous one. For his agreement is premised in his sympathy for Beatrice’s situation, as Victor too is seeking revenge in a decidedly elaborate way. His vengeance plot is the reason he’s currently working as a killer, for Alphonse (Terrence Howard), because Alphonse had a hand in the murders of Victor’s much-missed wife and child (you know they’re much-missed because he watches a short video of them again and again, the images flickering on the curtains in his apartment that are, again, not covering his windows.) You might wonder how Victor—an engineer of some kind—is able to pass himself off as a killer, and so does Beatrice. When she asks, he has an answer: he had military training back in Hungary, which also provides his connection to his mentor, the Hungarian gangster Gregor (F. Murray Abraham), as all Hungarians in New York City apparently know each other.
Beatrice doesn’t have such connections (no mention of French gangsters here, though there are some bald Albanians) and so she exploits her chance recording of Victor at work in order to achieve her end. Here again, you might imagine that their damages, once separate and now conjoined, might provide a kind of legible structure, but they do not. Instead, Dead Man Down never quite stops careening: Beatrice follows Victor on a couple of his own vengeance-plot-points, so she observes a few other murders and even helps him escape from an especially bloody and chaotic scene. When he asks why she followed him, she replies that she’s done it before and that it’s a lucky thing that she did (indeed!). Again, you’re left wondering at what a very bad professional killer he is, leaving himself open to surveillance by an amateur.
Still, Victor manages to keep much of his plot together, a plot that includes a series of anonymous taunts of Alphonse (with handwritten notes and bodies left in freezers or hanging from office building windows), which lead in turn to Alphonse’s determination to discover the identity of the taunter. Alphonse embodies a whole other register of damage, one that has more to do with Howard’s entertaining performance choices than any character history. He menaces and bargains, he cajoles and commands, and when he’s in a panic, he yells out so colorfully as to solicit audience laughter: “All right!” he asserts, reaching for a very large weapon, “I got something for your ass!”
Alphonse might sound like he’s living on his own planet in Dead Man Down, and indeed, he provides respite and a bit of distraction as you’re waiting for Victor and Beatrice to sort out their revenge plans and also their romance. In this, Alphonse is much like Valentine, a parental figure to an obsessive vengeance seeker, an incarnation of damage who has found a certain peace with it. Both Valentine and Alphonse find their ways through by projecting and delegating, by hoping and imposing order on chaos.
If Alphonse is the utterly sensational and sociopathic version, Valentine is the mundane and mostly sane version. Well intentioned but mostly uncomprehending when it comes to her daughter’s needs, Valentine is at once vexing and loving (she makes Beatrice laugh, and so provides her daughter with “moments” where she forgets her scars and her anger). When, early on, Victor comes to visit, Valentine blithely invites him to stay for lunch, then shows him a scrapbook full of photos where a younger Beatrice is un-scarred, a happy beautician, smiling broadly and gorgeously. Valentine goes on to stand over and present her daughter for their visitor with a complicated mix of pride and shame, beaming at her, kissing her scars, and also brushing her hair over them.
Here Beatrice and Victor, seated across from one another at the kitchen table, exchange knowing glances. They and you know what Valentine does not, that they’re sharing a vengeance plot. But they don’t know what she does know (and what you have long since guessed), that their vengeance plots are not going to resolve their damage… or salvage their movie.
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