DATELINE: Pacino & Shahi
Al Pacino is at an age when Robert DeNiro plays comedy roles, but Pacino is still looking at detective action thrillers.
He is a bit long in the tooth, and we worry when he falls down that he may break a hip. He looks great actually.
In Hangman, he has chosen the role of a detective who retired a year ago (at 77) and is back on special assignment with his young partner (Karl Urban) when a serial killer calls out their badge numbers.
There is some initial interest in seeing this movie because of the cast, and Sarah Shahi (Person of Interest) as the young, tough woman captain of the force in some small city.
For some reason inexplicable to anyone, Pacino plays his detective with an Andy Griffith, aw shucks, Mayberry accent. He’s the only one with such a speech impediment among the New York actors.
If that were not weird enough, the serial killer wants to play Hangman, literally, hanging his victims with a letter carved into their bodies.
Well, if koo-koo descends into ridiculous, we do not find it sublime. We’ve had our fill of brilliantly smart serial killers. We are challenged to stay with this film, mainly because of the actors.
The plot does not thicken: it curdles. We discover both detectives have a personal connection to victims, but this does not disqualify them from the case.
And, to make matters worse, there is a Lois Lane type tagging along to all the crime scenes. When told not to obstruct justice, she enters the case and compounds trouble. Call her the plot hole.
It’s enough to throw in the noose and call it a hang dog day afternoon. Just terrible, and what a waste of talented actors.