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Gangs of Boston

From Mean Streets to Taxi Driver to Goodfellas, Martin Scorsese has made plenty of movies about urban crime, but, oddly, The Departed is his first film that spends much time on the law-enforcement side of crime stories.

The movie, which revolves around the symmetry of two rival undercover agents — one a South Boston neighborhood kid (Matt Damon) who is rising fast in the Massachusetts State Police while serving as a mole for Irish mob boss Frank Costello (Jack Nicholson), the other a state trooper (Leonardo DiCaprio) who accepts a prison bid on made-up charges in order to infiltrate Costello’s organization — is a remake of 2002 Hong Kong crime thriller Infernal Affairs. And while noted auteur Scorsese doesn’t seem a likely candidate for an Americanized remake of such a recent movie, he seems to enjoy the freedom of what feels close to a director-for-hire project.

The Departed opens with file footage of social unrest in ’60s/’70s Boston and then segues into fictional scenes that show a kid’s perspective on neighborhood crime and Catholicism. But from this promising beginning, The Departed launches into a well-executed but oddly impersonal crime movie. It’s more contained and probably less flawed than Scorsese’s Gangs of New York, but it certainly isn’t as interesting.

With its cops-and-robbers narrative, epic length, and powerhouse cast, The Departed seems less a remake of Infernal Affairs and more like a Scorsese version of Heat, the Michael Mann crime epic that pitted Robert De Niro against Al Pacino. And, as satisfying as The Departed is, score one for the younger director with older stars.

Scorsese and longtime editor Thelma Schoonmaker wind the movie’s double-helix plotline into tighter and tighter circles. Initially unaware of each other’s existence, Damon and DiCaprio spin around each other, as when one alerts his police contact (Martin Sheen) that a deal is about to go down and the other alerts Costello that the police know about it. After it becomes clear to each side that their inner circle has been infiltrated, the respective “rats” work on exposing each other. It’s interesting for such an old-fashioned director how much of a role technology, especially cell phones and text messaging, plays in the plotting. But as the story gets more intense, some character motivations become hard to ascertain and some of the action/suspense set pieces are disappointingly ordinary.

But if The Departed is ultimately less weighty than you might hope, it is good, engrossing fun in a pure genre-flick kind of way. Scorsese has great fun pushing the pieces around, with leads Damon and DiCaprio totally convincing (DiCaprio is more believable here than in Gangs of New York) and Nicholson achieving just the right balance between actorly menace and his patented mugging. The film’s deep supporting cast also shines, particularly intentional unintentional-comedy masters Mark Wahlberg and Alec Baldwin as energetically foul-mouthed cops and Sheen as avuncular straight-man.

The film’s local color is also a strength — The Departed would make a good double-feature with Mystic River — from the underlined accents (especially from Boston-bred actors Damon and Wahlberg) to the series of shabby bars and corner stores that populate the movie.

Despite some cracker-jack direction and a distinctly Scorsese-esque use of pop music, The Departed is essentially an impersonal genre exercise — much like Spike Lee’s Inside Man from earlier this year. That these are two of the better American movies of the year despite falling so short of their respective directors’ best work is an indictment of the worst year for movies in recent memory.

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Matt Dillon shines as Bukowski’s liquor-store cowboy.

I’ve never been convinced that Charles Bukowski is much more than a bohemian Harper Lee, another decent author whose mystique and legend overcompensate for obvious literary shortcomings. However, I got a nice, pleasant contact buzz from Factotum, Bent Hamer’s mellow adaptation of an early Bukowski novel about women, writing, work, and alcohol.

To call the plot “loose” is misleading; it’s sort of like saying Peyton Manning has trouble winning big games. The film begins and ends almost arbitrarily, with Bukowski’s fictional alter ego Henry Chinaski (Matt Dillon) drifting from job to job, bar to bar, and woman to woman while developing his writing style and feebly attempting to preserve some kind of dignity in the grinding, dull, hourly-wage world. The pungent one-liners Bukowski is famous for (“I’ve probably slept longer than you lived,” “I fucked better as a bum,” etc.) punctuate scenes and yank the narrative through the urban landscapes of working-class Minneapolis, whose down-at-heel neighborhoods and dive bars form a surprisingly apt backdrop.

To call Factotum a comedy is similarly inapt; the punchlines of many scenes are so far beyond deadpan that the jokes scarcely register until midway through the next scene. So call it a romance, maybe; the bulk of the non-bar, non-job scenes sketch the on-again, off-again romance of sorts between Chinaski and his occasional girlfriend Jan (Lili Taylor). These two actors’ refreshing, unglamorous chemistry revitalizes several otherwise clichéd sequences. The screenplay typecasts Jan as a boozy shrew, but Taylor sidesteps her lines and reveals her character through sheer physical presence. Even within Taylor’s rich filmography, this performance is memorable; it’s the first time I can remember thinking about Lili Taylor as a flesh-and-blood being rather than a “good character actress.”

As Chinaski, Dillon carves out a chesty, soft-spoken, endearing brute whose drive to prove everyone wrong is his only real pleasure. Dillon does a great deal with a guy who seems so nonplussed about everything. Gambling doesn’t excite Chinaski, sex is a chore, and liquor is about as special to him as the next trip to the john. He’s not exactly a character you root for — his code of honor is impenetrable and he punches Taylor in the face in one scene — but Dillon’s performance is strange and compelling. This is Dillon’s best performance since Drugstore Cowboy.

These two fine actors create a Chaplinesque moment when Jan and Henry go downtown to recover a paycheck: Jan casts off her heels in frustration and disgust, and Henry takes off his shoes, puts them on her feet, and walks alongside her to the next bar. It’s an anachronistic moment in an odd little movie that serves its shaky source material pretty well.

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The Rant

After spending Sunday morning as a political-junkie couch potato, I’ve decided that the best way to gauge the B.S. factor coming out of the White House is to watch spokesman and counselor to the president

Dan Bartlett. You can tell how much at a loss he is to answer a question truthfully — or answer it at all — by how far under his front teeth he rolls his upper lip. I mean, sometimes it downright disappears and he looks like a dog I once had that used to do that when he wanted to go outside to go to the bathroom. And did Bartlett ever have reason to curl his lip last weekend! Poor thing. It looked like everyone in the White House had gone into seclusion, leaving him as the only Bush-Cheney puppet left to go in front of the cameras. And it hasn’t been a very good couple of weeks for the Evil Duo. First, there was the Clinton interview on Fox News. Ouch. If Chris Wallace could roll his upper lip under like Dan Bartlett, it would have disappeared completely. But at least it has given the geniuses at Fox plenty of fodder for their “A-List” roundtable discussions. Just what the “A” stands for I’m not quite so sure, but I have my own ideas about what it should stand for (no offense to the local Fox-13 station). The great part about the Clinton interview is that Condoleezza Rice disputed what Clinton said. I cannot wait to see what happens if she decides to go up against him. I wonder how long she would be able to sit there alternating that vacuous smile on her face with the concerned furrowed-brow look and make up those answers that contain no sense at all. I think she is becoming her boss. And then there’s the Bob Woodward book, State of Denial, which had everyone in the White House running around like little chipmunks trying to figure out how to respond to its allegations that the administration ignored multiple warnings about a terrorist attack. What gets me is that that news has been out there for a year. Bush was given a report outlining how bin Laden was going to attack America with airplanes and that he spent the rest of that afternoon fishing. And now Rice says she doesn’t remember having a meeting with the then-head of the CIA about the threats? She doesn’t remember? I wonder if she remembers how much those Italian leather shoes were that she was buying while half the population of New Orleans was facing the Katrina floods. But she’s always been a little slow that way. And then there’s the secret NIE report that was leaked, outlining just how bad the situation is in Iraq: At least a couple of news sources compared it to the “redacted” report released by the White House telling us how great things are. And to top it all off, Republican representative Mark Foley of Florida resigned because he got caught sending sexually charged e-mails to teenage male pages. And then it came out (no pun intended) that many of his Republican cohorts, including the House leaders, might have known about it for some time and did nothing. And now, of course, Foley has checked himself into an alcohol rehabilitation program, claiming that the disease of alcoholism made him do it. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I think it was boner-time at the congressional office building that led him to do it. So we have an administration that pretty much ignored specific warnings about the terrorist attack or now says they can’t remember the meeting where they were warned. We have Condoleezza saying that Bill Clinton is lying about it, when we know he’s not. We have a secret report outlining what the real situation in Iraq is (like we didn’t already know that). And we have a drunk old Republican queen in Congress sending out dirty e-mails to teenage boys. When, again, are the upcoming mid-term elections?

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An Odd Number

Memphis Mayor Willie Herenton this week announced that — somehow — the city had acquired a budget surplus of $31 million.

Something about that particular figure seemed familiar to us, and sure enough, it seems to come up a lot in the news these days.

• Last week, a Cook County (Illinois) grand jury awarded a large settlement to the family of a man who died after a drugstore gave him the wrong prescription. The amount: $31 million.

• Last week, a Chinese food company named the Tiens Group pledged 260 yuan to needy families and organizations in China. 260 yuan equals, yep, $31 million.

• Last week, a Spanish company, Barcelo Hotels and Resorts, recently purchased the luxury hotel in Puerto Vallarta that was used to film the classic Night of the Iquana. Purchase price: exactly $31 million.

• Last week, the U.S. government announced it was giving some rather generous grants to schools in 19 states. The total amount of the grants: $31 million.

• Last week, the Alkek Foundation — which sounds like a branch of the Dharma Initiative from LOST — donated money to Baylor University to fund biomedical research. Albert and Margaret Alkek’s gift: $31 million.

And on and on.

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Ouch

You couldn’t make up this headline: “Flying Elvis Suffers Broken Pelvis.” But alas, it’s true, much to the dismay of Paul Moran, the member of the 10-member skydiving team that “misjudged” his landing at the grand opening of the Glacier Peaks Casino in Browning, Montana. “The Flying Elvi” are 10 Elvis impersonators who also skydive. But don’t worry, Paul seems to be doing just fine.

Read all about it here.

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Very Crafty

The Pink Palace Crafts Fair starts today and runs through Sunday. Now in its 36th year, the fair features all types of artisans working in wood, wax, glass, metal, fibers, and more. There’s also live music, demonstrations, food, and other attractions.

For more information, go here.

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Elvis Cup Guy Latest

Let no one accuse Wade Jones, “The Elvis Cup Guy,” of ever passing up an opportunity, however inane.

Jones’ claim to fame is styerfoam cup of water that he says Elvis took a sip from at one of his last concerts. Jones sold some of the water in an auction on eBay. Recently, he put up for auction a bagel he said looked like Mel Gibson.

Now this: a corndog that looks like scandal-ridden congressman Mark Foley. (As a bonus, he’s offering a photo of Foley and entertainer Wayne Newton.)

We can’t see the corndog’s resemblance to Foley. See if you can here.

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Politics Politics Feature

Shades of O.J. and Time: Dark Deeds in the Corker-Ford Race

We’ll let this item (from Rick Maynard’s The Freedonian blog) speak for itself: “’They have darkened Harold Ford’s image to make a racist statement,’” Tennessee Democratic Party Chairman Bob Tuke told the Knoxville News Sentinel in reference to the photograph of Representative Harold Ford Jr. (TN-9) used in a recent piece of direct mail distributed by the Tennessee Republican Party on behalf of the Bob Corker Senate campaign.

“The campaign literature in question features a very dark image of Harold Ford Jr. next to a solicitation of “emergency contributions” for the Corker campaign.

“The image in question is an edited version of a photograph taken on June 29, 2004 when he met with the staff at Baptist Hospital to discuss healthcare issues. The original photograph can be found on Rep. Ford’s congressional website.

Flyer: Below is the progression from the original to the version used by the Corker camaign.

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Singer’s Shooter gets 36 Years

The man who shot singer Marc Cohn last year during a carjacking in Denver was sentenced to 36 years for attempted murder. Cohn is best known for his 1991 hit “Walking in Memphis,” but he did not deserve to get shot in the head for it.

Read all about it here.

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Judge Dismisses Election Suit

It took a while, but after hearing several days of testimony in the Shelby County election-challenge suit, special presiding judge Donald P. Harris of Franklin granted defendants’ motion for dismissal in Chancery Court on Thursday, making happy four Republican clerks whose election was challenged by their Democratic opponents.

In his ruling, Judge Harris suggested that the local election “system” could stand revision but said there was insufficient evidence to alter the narrow election victories of (l to r) Criminal Court clerk Bill Key, Probate Court clerk Chris Thomas, Juvenile Court clerk Steve Stamson, and Shelby County clerk Debbie Stamson. They were challenged, respectively, by Vernon Johnson, Sondra Becton, Shep Wilbun, and Otis Jackson.

Harris ruled that garbled ID numbers and alternate addesses for several hundred voters were not by themselves grounds for continuing the litigation.

One bystander, State Rep. Ulysses Jones, commented wryly, “What’s the difference between several hundred and 13?” His reference was to the number of disqualified votes that resulted in the voiding of last year’s special election in state Senate District 29.