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Review by Harvey Karten
3½ stars out of 4
If you've recently returned from a vacation and you saw your
chambermaid on the street (assuming she does not look like
like Jennifer Lopez), would you recognize her? If you've had
dealings with the concierge, you'd presumably pick him out of a
crowd on your home-town street, but what about the people who
work in the hotel laundry? Those who bused your table?
Probably not. These are the people who work in the
background, doing the minimum-wage work that others shun,
and if illegal aliens working off the books, often exploited both
sexually and materially by their employers. In "Dirty Pretty
Things," Stephen Frears who seems to be in Ken Loach
territory in knocking out socially-conscious movies about
working class stiffs veers away from such tales as "Bread and
Roses," "Ladybird, Ladybird," and "Carla's Song" by injecting a
horror motif, keeping the audience as tense as though watching
a Hitchcock classic while at the same time getting his left-
leaning viewpoint across nice and easy.
"Dirty Pretty Things" is even better than Frears's best known
works, "Sammy and Rosie Get Laid" (about the lives of a couple
with an open sexual relationship thrown into disarry) and "My
Beautiful Launderette" (about what happens when two young
friends take over a beat-up launderette) only partly from the
skill of the lead actors. After all "Launderette" starred Roshan
Seth and Daniel Day-Lewis and "Sammy and Rosie" featured
Shashi Kapur and Claire Bloom. Without illuminating race
relations or the general economic state of Britain, "Dirty Pretty
Things" focuses on the way immigrants are treated, particularly
those without papers, and thus resonates throughout the
prosperous Western world where Turks do the dirty work in
Germany, Algerians in France, and Africans in Great Britain.
In fact, since there's no shot of Big Ben, you'd scarcely know
that Frears's work takes place in London. Though the posh
hotel looks upscale enough to be in Mayfair, Steve Knight's
screenplay punches out the seedy behavior that lies under the
glitzy surface and the exploitation that exists in the nearby
sweatshop where seamstresses are warned moments in
advance of a raid by Immigration, the foreman taking advantage
of the vulnerability of the workers.
Chiwetel Ejoifor takes the lead as Okwe, a doctor in his native
Nigeria, who was forced to flee Lagos and take up work as a
driver by day and a hotel receptionist after sundown. He's
involved with Turkish asylum-seeker Senay (Audrey Tautou),
though the romance is an undercover as the machinations of
some hotel personnel. When Okwe discovers a black-market
operation in living organs is taking place including kidney
grabbing that's the stuff of urban legends he becomes aware
that the hotel manager, Sneaky (Segi Lopez), is busy arranging
forged passports and money in return for human organs.
With a terrific payoff courtesy of scripter Steven Knight ("Who
Wants to Be a Millionaire"), Frears takes us into the world of the
underground community, illustrating its camaraderie, its shared
fears, its pressure to do virtually anything asked by the
employers. The ensemble acting is flawless save for the
difficult role faced by Audrey Tautou who (thank goodness)
gives up the irritating smile pasted on her face in "Amelie" to
deliver her lines in English with a Turkish accent. The story
moves swiftly, one which presumably could transcend its status
as an independent film, and with the right marketing could
become the box-office success it deserves.
Copyright © 2003 Harvey Karten
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