In theory, an Elmore Leonard film
adaptation just writes itself. Aside from an ear for the rhythm and
flow of regional dialect, the king of crime fiction and suspense
thrillers made it his gimmick to make interesting the lull between
the violence and action, where everyone is on tenterhooks trying to
outguess their mark and one-up each other, where everyone is liable
to royally screw things up, where everyone is making deals with their
eyes blindfolded, and where everyone is forced to deviate from their
best laid plans—to great hilarity.
Daniel Schechter does punctuate Life of
Crime with moments of comic action and violence but for the most
part, Aniston and the gang are holed up in a small safe-house,
providing the laughs by living the domestic existence of a
dysfunctional family while players further afield keep changing their
minds about saving her, which then provide more laughs as the gang
try to improvise.
To say more would be to give the film
away. Suffice to say that that for this film to tread as softly as
the source material, to play for laughs but not for howls of
laughter, is a miracle of balanced directing and disciplined acting
by its ensemble cast.
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