Jackson Healy & Holland March
(The Nice Guys)
Created by Linwood Barclay
"When you talk to your doctor, tell him you have a spiral fracture."
-- Jackson, right before he breaks Holland's arm
Writer/director and P.I. buff Shane Black (Lethal Weapon, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, The Long Kiss Goodnight, The Last Boy Scout) is pretty much the go-to guy for mismatched detective duos, and he returns to the fold (after a stint with Iron Man 3) in 2016, with The Nice Guys, a action thriller starring Russell Crowe and Ryan Gosling, set in 1970s Los Angeles.
Crowe plays the no-nonsense JACKSON HEALY, essentially a thug-for-hire, while Gosling is HOLLAND MARCH, a fidgety private investigator not exactly setting the world on fire, who even his own (obligatorily cute and precocious) daughter Holly describes as "the world's worst detective." And Gosling himself describes him as a "schmuck."
The odd couple reluctantly team up to find a missing girl whose disappearance may have something to do with the death of a porn star. Of course, the two stumble on to a mob-connected conspiracy that could blow the lid off the City of Angels.
I was expecting wisecracks and explosions. And I certainly got them. There are some hilarious moments of comic ineptitude, with Gosling the prime patsy.
The scene where Crowe tells him to throw him a gun is classic. And Angourie Rice as Healy's daughter Holly is a welcome disruption in the standard buddy fare; injecting a little down-to-earth morality and light into the cynical proceedings.
But I was expecting a little bit more. This is a Shane Black film, after all, and he was coming off the box office success of Iron Man 3 and his last foray into the shamus game, the fan favourite Kiss Kiss Bang Bang.
I felt let down. Gosling and Crowe weren't so much reluctant mismatched partners as two halves of the same mildly disagreeable character, with no real personal friction or major philosophical differences between them other than a vague dislike of the other on apparently general principles. Which is puzzling. Val Kilmer and Robert Downey Jr. crackle and sizzle in Kiss Kiss Bang Bang; here Gosling and Crowe, who certainly have the chops to pull it off, barely display any electricity at all. And the convoluted but thin plot seemed like more of an excuse to tie together various set pieces than any attempt to really tell a story.
Perhaps this project's roots as a failed television pilot have something to do with it. Certainly the final scene almost begs for a teaser for "next week's episode."
-- A.O. Scott, The New York Times
Preliminary report respectfully submitted by Kevin Burton Smith. Full report to come.
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