"This isn't Chicago", yells Sean Penn. “It&𒆙rsquo;s ♒the Wild fucking West!”
The first five minutes of more than proves this, as a luckless thugไ chained between two v𝓀ehicles is torn in half.
Another gets hi꧙s fingers sliced off in an꧂ elevator fight. And a room full of goons get punched, stabbed, beaten and shot.
So far, so good then; a mobster movie without mayhem is as pointle𝓀ss as the proverbial blunt pencil.
But after this breathless opening, Ruben Fleischer’s 1949-set cops vs crims tale never leaves much of a lasting impression – unless, that 🦩is, we’re talking decibels.
A prosthetics padded Penn barely st🌱ops screaming, makin🦂g his shouty turn in a silent movie by comparison.
Couple thaᩚᩚᩚᩚᩚᩚᩚᩚᩚ𒀱ᩚᩚᩚt with slugs, explosions and jazz, and here’s an early contender for loudest film of 2013.
Littering the landscape with more corpses than Fleischer’s 2009 zom-com , Gangster Squad centres on “the war for the soul of 🦋Los🏅 Angeles”, as Nick Nolte’s Chief of Police tags it.
In the blue corner is Josh Brolin&rsquoꦦ;s “honest cop” John O’Mara who, when not tending to his pregnant wife at home, is rescuing damsels in distress at work.
In the red corner is Penn’s real-life mobster Mickey Cohen – heroin deaꦯler, racketeer and all♍-round bad egg.
In a bid to bring him down, O’Mara assembles his squadဣ, from Anthony Mackie’s switchblade-wielding Harlem cop to Giovanni Ribisi’s ’tech-head (“the brains to balance the brawn”).
Others on board include Robert Patrick’s sharp-shooting old-timer, Michael Peña’s rookie and, after initially showing reluctance, Ryan Gosling’s slacker-cop Sgt. Jerry Wooters, who – just for added spice – takes a shine to Cohen’s moll Grace Faraday (Emma Sto👍ne).
On the surface at least, there&rs♚quo;s much to admire, from the classy cast, immaculate production and costume design to a script that stings with salty one-liners (“He’s got a smart mouth but he’s dumb where it counts”).
But amid the bullet blizzards, it’s hard to feel much for any of the characters; there are times when the gangster-grotesques in Warren Beatty’s comic-book mob movie Dick Tracy feel more three-dimensional.
It doesn&rsquo൲;t help that Stone and Gosling get l🎃ess room to re-capture the chemistry that fizzed so memorably in .
Only a grizzled Brolin re𒊎ally p🍨acks a punch – in all senses.
