Our Brand
Is Crisis is like those lost presidential candidates who aren’t sure if they
even want to be President, who
soldier on as if by force, operating disinterested campaigns. Our Brand Is Crisis isn’t very sure of
what it’s selling either. This film’s problem is every bit a structural one.
Director David Gordon Green doesn’t know what this movie is, what it wants to
be, or what it needs to be, to work. Green has a trump card—Sandra Bullock—but keeps
her at bay as if afraid to overuse her star power. Considering how bland and
forgettable this movie is, a little star power would have helped.
Our Brand
Is Crisis, which is based on the 2005 documentary of the same name, purports to
show us the dastardly tactics of political strategists like James Carville, famous
campaign manager for Bill Clinton. Carville is the closest thing to a pop
political advisor, one who is almost as famous for his bald head, his Cajun
accent (beautifully self-parodied in 30
Rock), his acerbic wit, and the fact that he’s a left-winger married to a
right-winger, Mary Matalin. While James Carville is a fascinating character for
a movie, this film is utterly un-fascinating. Carville—renamed Pat Candy for
the film—is played by Billy Bob Thornton, who’s the perfect-looking choice. But
Thornton is, like Sandra Bullock, kept in check by the director, so he doesn’t
project the same brassy, larger-than-life image as the real Carville. Pat Candy
is more of a comic foil for the main character, campaign strategist Jane Bodine,
who’s played by Bullock.
Jane Bodine has acquired the nickname “Calamity Jane” during her long
tenure as a campaign strategist. She’s propelled many politicians into a blaze
of glory, and plunged just as many into the ground. Now, Bodine lives in voluntary
exile in the mountains, trying to get over the last painful election, when she’s
enlisted by the campaign managers of a Bolivian senator named Pedro Castillo. Castillo’s
presidential run is barely viable: He was President years before and earned nothing
but disdain from the Bolivian people; so Jane Bodine is tasked with
transforming Castillo from a frog to a prince. Meanwhile, Jane’s arch nemesis
Pat Candy happens to be working for Castillo’s opponent, the frontrunner. Candy
and Bodine have a history fraught with dirty tricks, and the election becomes a
stage to enact their personal vendettas against each other. (Of course, it’s
not quite as serious as all that: there’s a semi-good-natured rivalry at the
heart of their despicable mug-slinging tactics.)
The trouble is, Our Brand Is
Crisis never rises above the level of a conventional political drama. David
Gordon Green gets lost in developing a plot that doesn’t feel particularly
urgent or interesting. That leaves us with the film’s perceptions about corruption
in campaigns. But its perceptions are myopic and obvious: Crisis deals in generalities (the system as we know it is
fundamentally broken and corrupt) and as such says nothing we don’t already
know. And when he senses the movie has gotten away from him, Green throws in a
few random scenes of comic lunacy to enliven things, unsuccessfully. Two
examples: 1) When Bodine befriends some young Bolivian men and brings them back
to her hotel room for a night of drunken reverie. After multiple rounds of
drinks, they turn her bed sheet into a catapult, which they aim at Candy’s
hotel room across the balcony. 2) When Castillo’s campaign bus tries to race
the bus of the frontrunner, Rivera, and Bodine moons them. These scenes reek of
desperation, and clash with the film’s naturally high-minded tone.
When Sandra Bullock is allowed to command the screen and appear
competent and in-control of herself, the movie improves; but Green keeps her on
a tight leash. For the first twenty minutes after Jane arrives in Le Paz, she
has intense nausea from the elevation, and so her character sits on a couch
quietly while the others argue about how to resuscitate Castillo’s future. At
times, Bullock is noticeably absent from a scene, or confined to the background
until she suddenly and violently draws our attention to her, does something
outlandish, and exits. During a campaign rally, a masked spectator smashes a
raw egg on Castillo’s forehead, and Castillo decks him in front of the crowd
and the news cameras. Green uses Sandra Bullock much like this egg-lobbing
heckler. She is all shock value, and when the movie gets back to unraveling its
plot, she returns to the foreground.
Why did David Gordon Green decide to keep his star at bay? The answer
may be in Green’s intentions. It is conceivable that he wanted to make an
insightful movie about the corruption of political campaigns, not just another
Sandra Bullock vehicle. But without Sandra Bullock, the film is genuinely dull.
None of the other characters develop into interesting people, except for
Anthony Mackie, who transcends his role with his natural charm (he’s given no
other tools to humanize his character). The characters in Crisis begin and end as the jaded, cynical worker bees of a
miscarried political campaign.
Moreover, the film doesn’t make good on its attempts at criticizing
the status quo. It waffles—like a politician finagling for votes—between
high-minded drama and witty satire. Because none of the characters except
Bodine has any life or humanity to them, it’s hard for us to care about the
drama, and the film’s satire fizzles out from sheer laziness. We all know that
politicians are liars, don’t we? Our
Brand Is Crisis bandies that argument about as though it were a truly
shocking exposé. As though that alone made for sharp satire.
On top of everything else, Green wants redemption for a world that is
inherently unredeemable. In the end, Jane Bodine experiences a crisis of
conscience that pushes her into a new career—the non-profit industry. I found
it inspiring that Bodine had such a change of heart, but this did nothing for
the movie, which emerges as a lackluster critique of politics in a world
inundated with smart polemics about political corruption. I’m especially
reminded of the 2009 film In the Loop
and the HBO show Veep (both helmed by
Armando Ianucci). In terms of incisive satire, Veep comes to the table brandishing a machete, where Our Brand Is Crisis is left wielding a
butter knife.
Written by Peter Straughan, who presumably shares some of the blame
for the lackluster results. With Scott McNairy, Ann Dowd, Joaquim de Almeida, and
Zoe Kazan.
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