Mar 07 2008
Graffiti Fridays: Film Review
I finally got a chance to catch American Gangster. I heard a lot of buzz about it when it came out, so I was expecting it to be pretty good. I really wanted to add it to Great New York City 70′s Films, put it up there with Warriors, you know. But it wasn’t. Instead, it was spotty at best, with choppy narrative, half-drawn characters, and general confusion. Not even Denzel – who I usually like (hell, I liked him in the awful Deja Vu) – or even Russell Crowe, or even a moderately killer soundtrack could save this one. What does any of this have to do with Graffiti Fridays? I’m glad I asked.
I may have been disposed early against the film because of its blatant graffiti anachronisms. They occur throughout the film, but were particularly noxious in the first few minutes, when Russel Crowe and his partner are discovering a bookie’s money in New Jersey, circa 1968. Here are some still from the offending scene:



I will tell you with full assurance that no such thing existed in 1968, period. It’s not merely that VELO, KUMA, and MEER hadn’t been born yet, although this is true in all likelihood. I don’t mean that the specific writers are anachronistic. I mean the form itself. It simply hadn’t been invented yet. There were no tag fill-ins or straight letters or throwees anywhere at all, much less on a rooftop in New Joizy. Nobody had experimented with the caps necessary to do that MEER throwee, period. It didn’t exist at the time. The form itself didn’t exist. Crowe could just as well have pulled out a cell phone and checked his email. That’s how off it is. You might as well have a Picasso hanging in the background of a Jane Austen flick. That’s how bad it is.
So, big deal, right? Wasn’t I praising Kubrick just a few posts ago for his anexact representation of Hue City in Full Metal Jacket? And really, isn’t the graffiti just serving as a signifier of urban decay here? Isn’t it just in the frame to develop that feeling of the late-1960′s and early 1970′s anomie? Yes, fine. I get it. That’s great. At the same time, I don’t see why’d you’d bother getting the cars just right, getting the clothes just right, getting the technology and phones and shoes just right, but leaving in something like that. And if you’re making the BIG movie, the putative Oscar contender, the “true story,” the secret history of New York, it’s pretty close to unforgivable. The film gets a 3 out of 10. The location scout gets a 1 out of 10.
If you want to see a bunch of writers celebrating this anachronism, go here. They also provided a more recent flick of that KUMA YOUTH rooftop:



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