Live by Night | Little White Lies

Live by Night

11 Jan 2017 / Released: 13 Jan 2017

Words by David Jenkins

Directed by Ben Affleck

Starring Ben Affleck, Elle Fanning, and Zoe Saldana

Man in hat and coat standing by wooden door.
Man in hat and coat standing by wooden door.
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Anticipation.

Sorry kids, Argo really wasn’t that good, despite what the Academy had to say.

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Enjoyment.

A hulking folly, but at least an ambitious one.

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In Retrospect.

Affleck’s directorial career temporarily hits the skids, but he’ll be back.

Ben Affleck directs and stars in this sprawl­ing, ambi­tious and flawed east coast gang­ster epic.

This is a shout out for all those who can remem­ber that bygone era known as the 90s: a man named Kevin Cost­ner, an actor who occa­sion­al­ly direct­ed, had a unquench­able predilec­tion for build­ing films around the notion that he would get to play Jesus. Or if not Jesus, then some kind of non-denom­i­na­tion­al extrap­o­la­tion of said. A taint­ed, earth­bound mes­si­ah. All has gone qui­et at Camp Cost­ner, but thank­ful­ly we’ve got Ben Affleck to fly that decade’s demigod flag.

Live by Night is his flubbed but undoubt­ed­ly intrigu­ing fol­low-up to his sur­prise awards mag­net, Argo, from 2012. This is the supe­ri­or film – less behold­en to for­mu­la and more attract­ed to detail and moments of off-the-cuff poet­ry. If Argo was Affleck’s Dances with Wolves, this is his Water­world. There are even shots, such as a stroll on a beach dur­ing mag­ic hour, or a salt maze pat­tern on a table­top, that feel like Affleck was inspired by his role in Ter­rence Malick’s To the Won­der.

It comes across as a case of try­ing to locate a hap­py medi­um between an audi­ence” film, replete with super­fi­cial fun and frol­ics, blood and swear­ing, and some­thing with a lit­tle more grav­i­ty, that has Impor­tant Things to say about the nature of the human soul. This tough equa­tion doesn’t quite pan out.

A couple sitting at a bar, with a man in a hat and a woman in a colourful outfit engaged in conversation over drinks.

The film is a 1920s-set gang­ster saga whose plot is divid­ed between the hard cob­bles of Boston in the north and the booze-soaked slur­ry tracks of Tam­pa in the south. Affleck him­self slinks awk­ward­ly into the wide-shoul­dered cream suits and tilt­ed fedo­ras of Joe Cough­lin, a World War One grunt who returns to Amer­i­ca with a bone to pick with the top brass. Hav­ing served his coun­try with hon­our, he now feels its his right to take some­thing back, and so a life of pet­ty crime ensues. Before too long, his anger is par­layed into help­ing out local gang boss­es, who he large­ly resents.

Den­nis Lehane’s chunky 2012 tome is abridged to com­pact the antihero’s jour­ney as he ris­es to a posi­tion of emi­nence as a Pro­hi­bi­tion era rum-run­ner. The inevitable rise-and-fall arc that’s seem­ing­ly hard­cod­ed into such sto­ries is evi­dent, but Affleck can­ni­ly nudges it to the back­drop, lend­ing the film a more episod­ic, diary-like feel. It would be very easy to bemoan the the film’s lack of a sin­gu­lar sweep, but it is more inter­est­ing in its focus on indi­vid­ual char­ac­ters and sit­u­a­tions which all even­tu­al­ly fun­nel into a pro­tract­ed climax.

Per­haps the film’s cen­tral flaw is that Affleck has mis­cast him­self as Cough­lin, a rogue with a nice line in smart guy pat­ter with whom you are sup­posed to feel deep empa­thy despite his count­less vio­lent sins (it’s empha­sised reg­u­lar­ly that he only kills awful peo­ple, like KKK mem­bers). Sup­port­ing char­ac­ters played by Chris Coop­er, Elle Fan­ning, Sien­na Miller and Matthew Maher all have more fine shades to them than Affleck’s stock wiseacre lead.

It’s weird to say, but this is one of those rare instances of a film that could’ve been longer to maybe flesh out the dra­ma rather than just the nar­ra­tive. As it stands, it’s an uneven throw­back epic that’s propped up by some ques­tion­able van­i­ty cast­ing by its ambi­tious maker.

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