The Brothers Bloom
Summit Entertainment // PG-13 // September 29, 2009
Review by Brian Orndorf | posted September 30, 2009
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A frothy brew of "The Sting," "Bottle Rocket," and Dr. Seuss, Rian Johnson's "The Brothers Bloom" has its cheating heart in the right place. A twisty cinematic con game keen to stay one swindling step ahead of the audience, "Bloom" can be a dense, complicated puzzle of faces and places, with Johnson toiling away to preserve a fresh perspective on a horde of highly rusted screen clichés. However, his lube of choice is whimsy, and as the filmmaker pours an endless stream of cutesy behaviors and larger-than-life screenwriting into the stew, "Brothers Bloom" eventually curdles altogether, leaving an overcooked shell game aggressively trying to pass itself off as delightfully quirky fixins for the horn-rimmed, organic-brew crowd.

Ever since they were kids, brothers Stephen (Mark Ruffalo) and Bloom (Adrien Brody) have employed the art of the swindle to help keep them inseparable and protected from the outside world. Conning clueless marks with elaborate life and death narratives, Bloom is starting to feel the corrosive effects of practiced deception, wanting out of the life, but unable to refuse the demands of his older brother. Hoping for one last con, Stephen, Bloom, and partner Bang-Bang (Rinko Kikuchi) set their sights on Penelope Stamp (Rachel Weisz), a seemingly blissfully unaware heiress who's easily drawn to personal drama. Globetrotting by land, air, and sea to help convince Penelope to open up and trust them for the ultimate hustle, Bloom is quickly crippled by doubt when he develops feelings for the mark, possibly jeopardizing the whole con in the process.

A few years back, Johnson wrote and directed the awkward "teen noir" oddity, "Brick." It was not something I easily appreciated at the time, feeling distracted by the clunky way it stirred; a manner that screamed "look at me!" over the smoothly organic voice of a natural born filmmaker. "Brothers Bloom" sinks even further into Johnson's muddy imagination, with the new picture handed a significant budget and A-list talent to help realize a crushingly conventional world of cheats and crushes. "Bloom" is infinitely more approachable than convoluted "Brick," but there's a roadblock to Johnson's creased vision that prevents the hepcat colors of the written word from bursting alive onscreen.

Building a specific grifter cadence for its characters, "Brothers Bloom" employs splendid finger-snap timing, with contorted slang and innuendo-laden dialogue delivered by a group of actors enjoying the ride; the motion picture gig equivalent of driving a convertible with the top down. It's an intricate verbal assembly, with Johnson looking to invoke the swindle flicks of yore that savored the ballet of criminal conversation over the much more familiar trappings of bullets and bloodshed. It's easy to appreciate the purity of spirit that envelopes much of "Brothers Bloom." Ultimately digesting it all is where my objections start to rise.

I hate to pull a familiar red card, but it seems Rian Johnson adores the work of Wes Anderson so much, he's decided to co-opt his famous trimmings. From the childlike, hand-drawn stations of the con map that helps to guide the siblings through their scheme to the exaggerated costume and set design that sugar reality to such an irritating degree it might require a root canal after viewing, "Brothers Bloom" is swaddled with a type of precious embroidery that's made Anderson an indie sensation, but makes this film difficult to endure at times. I wouldn't brand Anderson an industry original, but Johnson is playing loudly in the same sandbox (e.g. Penelope's deafening idiosyncrasy has her hobby to collect hobbies branded with a Dignan-like deadpan flair) and it doesn't come across nearly as inviting or profoundly considered. "Brothers Bloom" loves its artifice, yet never establishes a conflict strong enough to justify the laborious effort it takes to peel away the waxy layers and find the humanity inside.

Watching Brody suffer as Bloom provides some juicy elements of worry to soften the dizzying architecture of the larger con game, which eventually meets up with an eye-patch-wearing devil named Diamond Dog (Maximilian Schell), reveals Penelope to be a far better assistant to the bothers than a dim-witted mark for the fleecing, and urges the siblings into new goals when misfortune and explosive accidents begin to add up. Observing Johnson frantically stitch all the left turns and quirks together can be impressive in small doses, and he keeps the fraud in solid condition to the very end. However, there's something like the character of Bang-Bang always standing in the way, jamming the natural fluidity of the piece over and over. A Silent Bob character clad in Milan fashion, as quick with a wink as she is with a pack of explosives, Bang-Bang is emblematic of the cartoon Johnson is aiming for and never quite achieves. Kikuchi is awfully fetching in the role, but it's a gimmick drowning in a sea of gimmicks and the feature never conquers its habitual need to remind the audience of its own cleverness.



Details, details, details. A film like "Brothers Bloom" needs a strong DVD presentation to make the experience come alive, and the anamorphic widescreen (2.35:1 aspect ratio) image does a skilled job selling Johnson's eccentric world. Shadow detail and color management is consistent (the film's ornate costumes retain their extravagance), and skintones register very naturally. Everything seems cared for, with no visual distractions encountered.


The Dolby Digital 5.1 audio mix is simple work, dealing mostly with score control and dialogue boost. Some exchanges register a little muddy, but the general force of the mix is maintained well. Grifter antics spread into the surround channels, as do the nuances of the various locations, creating a fine ambiance of globetrotting mischief. A Spanish 5.1 track is also available.


English SDH and Spanish subtitles are offered.


Director Rian Johnson and producer Ram Bergman provide a feature-length audio commentary for the picture, and it's nice to know that Johnson is something of a chatterbox. Discussing in great detail how the picture came to be, Johnson covers nearly every element of production, though he always seems to be worried about the entertainment value of the track. To help out during the dull spots, Johnson brought along a handful of questions from Twitter to answer, though most seem to come from film critics who've befriended Johnson over the last few years. Not really hard-hitting stuff (unless you're a fan of "Spymate"). The director is better off on his own clarifying creative choices and discussing the filmmaking adventure he enjoyed on the film. I'm still no fan of the picture, but some of this enlightenment helped out in a big way.

"From Sketch to Celluloid" (12:26) takes three sequences from the film and showcases the leap from Johnson's scribbles to a finished product, with gifted storyboard artist Daniele Auber somewhere in the middle making sense out of it all.

"In Bloom: Behind the Scenes" (15:38) is billed as "4 Countries in 60 Days," taking the viewer along for the ride as Rian Johnson and his crew banged out a complex movie in strange, windy locations. A pleasurably fly-on-the-wall BTS featurette, the footage is fantastic and the info useful.

"Deleted Scenes" (32:34) is a motherload of footage, some simple trims, others larger chunks of the narrative and entire deleted characters. They can be viewed with or without commentary from Rian Johnson.

"Image Gallery" (3:22) is a collection of stills, concept doodles, and storyboards.

A Theatrical Trailer has not been included.


I walked away from "Brothers Bloom" feeling disconnected to everything that occurred onscreen, with the only possible exception being Weisz and her finely tuned ability to make anything written for her instantly sing. "Brothers Bloom" is about the craftsmanship of deception, the perpetual mumbly-peg game of brotherhood, and the pure desires of the longing heart at odds with the distrustful brain. It's all zipped up tightly in Johnson's insistently embellished world; a buffet of clotted whimsy that waits patiently for approval it rarely earns.

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