If you're among the one-third of American adults who have
experienced insomnia for a prolonged period of time, you've
probably not been reading film reviews. You'd also know what
it's like to stare at the blinking digital figures as they light up on
3:13 a.m., 4:23 a.m. and then, just as you're about to go into
REM it's 7:30 and the alarm wakes you up with a start. You've
got to get up but the day is going to be a long one, especially if
like Det. Will Dormer (Al Pacino) you're conducting an
investigation in an American state during the months that the
sun does not set. The endless daylight of Alaskan towns make
the detective even more drowsy than he'd otherwise be and Mr.
Pacino spends of good deal of Christopher Nolan's movie just
dragging his tail around, eyes narrowing, just sufficiently aware
of his surroundings to be both the butt of jokes of other cops
and the guy that some of the local women learn to care for.
Hilary Seitz's script for this version based on the 1997
Norwegian film of the same name starring Stellan Skarsgard
and taking place in the Norwegian Arctic--is filmed by Wally
Pfister mostly within the lavish natural beauty of British
Columbia just forty miles from Vancouver. An opening scene
shot in Valdez, Alaska sets the tone for a film that moves at a
deliberate pace, as Mr. Nolan lets us in on the story's details bit
by bit, so slowly in fact that the audience cannot be blamed for
becoming impatient about the increasingly complex plot. For
example, we know straight away that Will Dormer is under
investigation by the police Internal Affairs department in his
home district in L.A. and that his partner, Detective Hap Eckhart
(Martin Donovan), may be about to spill the beans to turn on a
dime on the celebrated detective in return for leniency.
As Dormer and Eckhart, sent by the L.A.P.D. to an Alaskan
town to help the local cops investigate the murder of a 17-year-
old girl, spot the suspected killer in the midst of a dense fog,
Dormer shoots and kills his partner. Is it an accident or a
deliberately calculated plan to shut the man up? Since the
principal suspect in the murder case, novelist Walter Finch
(Robin Williams), has witnessed the shooting which Dormer
tries to cover up by switching the offending bullet and planting
the weapon on a high-school kid who is also suspected in the
murder of the girl Finch engages in an unusual type of
blackmail. Finch will agree not to report what he saw to the
local police and in return Dormer will avoid implicating Finch in
the murder of the young woman.
Though Robin Williams does not show up until half the movie
is past, the film springs to life with the cat-and-mouse game
initiated and enjoyed thoroughly by the writer. One suspects that
Finch is planning to write a detective story, this one with a
strong autobiographical overtone, about the game, particularly
since his victim, a police detective who is sleep-challenged and
guilt-ridden by both the Internal Affairs investigation being
conducted in L.A. and by his shooting of his partner, is such a
vital character.
The interplay between Robin Williams, who follows up his
serious role in "Death to Smoochy" with an even more sober
characterization here, is the heart of the film and while David
Mamet probably could have done better with the script than
Hillary Seitz bringing more wit, more bone-chilling
suspense the interplay is custom made for the style of director
Nolan, whose "Memento" last year dealt with an insomniac-like
short-term memory loss of Guy Pearce's character.
While Williams successfully plays against type as a wily but
serious murder suspect, Pacino for his part continues his
signature role as a brooding antihero while at the same time
substituting a meditative pose for his usual in-your-face
flamboyancy. Hilary Swank also turns in an interesting role as a
kind of rube cop, an admirer of the detective from the big city,
but one who turns out to be the most clever person of the lot.
Copyright © 2002 Harvey Karten