Director: Derrick Borte
Stars: Russell Crowe, Caren Pistorius
Short Review, no spoilers
Tight little B-movie thriller and another one capitalising
on these crap times by opening with a society bubbling with barely controlled
rage and violence, peopled by individuals who can’t say sorry and who, on this
occasion anyway, pay an extreme price. Russell Crowe is huge (literally) but
deftly plays an over-the-top character with admirable control.
Full Review (spoilers)
This film features one of the best tag lines ever (‘He can
happen to anyone’) and unfortunately for Rachel (Caren Pistorius), a single mom
with financial struggles, Russell Crowe’s ‘The Man’ happens to her when she
impatiently pumps her car horn at his truck dawdling at a stop light. What
ensues is the mother of all overreactions, even if her retort to his request
for better manners is somewhat callous and self-involved.
Crowe is excellent, occasionally bearing an uncanny resemblance
to John Goodman when he’s losing his shit. Freshly embittered by a recent
divorce from his adulterous wife, we know this guy’s a problem from the opening
scene when he uses a hammer to first batter the door of his former house down, then
his ex and her male companion, before dousing the place with gasoline and
sending it up in flames. Although weighed down by plenty of problems including
her own divorce, stranger Rachel becomes his next random victim when, stressed
by her lateness getting her kid to school, she fatefully blasts her horn at The
Man. With the calculating manner in which The Man conducts the ensuing reign of
terror, you come to suspect that this ticking time bomb may have been lying in
wait for such a circumstance to embark on his crusade of life-destroying.
Following what is an unremarkable and low-level incident of road rage, The Man
pulls up alongside Rachel and initially comes across as an old-fashioned
gentleman, with his softly spoken Southern accent and gently insistent request
for acknowledgement of what good manners are, especially in the face of a
snappy response from the dismissive Rachel. Although previously presenting as a
disorganised but well-meaning woman with her own shit to deal with, refusing to
apologise for her burst of frustration sets her on an excessively punishing
path to learning about politeness and consideration for others.
Interestingly, The Man’s extreme measures don’t seem to have
any particular effect in this regard – although Rachel fights to save and
protect her and hers, it’s worth noting that wider society fall like skittles
in the path of The Man’s ruthless rage without much acknowledgement from
Rachel, who continues not to recognise strangers in an empathetic or grateful
way. When Rachel first realises that this beef with The Man could be an ongoing
concern, she barely even looks at the valiant guy who offers to walk her out of
the gas station, outside of which The Man’s imposing Ford Dodge truck is
spotted looming ominously behind her own station wagon. Done in a pleasingly
non-macho or posturing way, the guy comes across as doing a small but nice
thing to help a stranger out. A taut scene follows where you’re just waiting
for the string to snap, which of course it does – the guy gets run over for his
troubles and Rachel is naturally horrified. But this is quickly followed by the
first of many car chases and a series of battles, the focus of which is how it
affects Rachel and her family and friends as various individuals are caught in
the crossfire. Later in the film, Rachel and son Kyle try to gain the
assistance of a driving cop, who is obliterated by a cement truck in one of
several moments when the film delivers a genuinely shocking moment of violence.
Again, Rachel and her son react with horror, but briefly before continuing
swiftly on with their escape from The Man. Despite the potential aid these
strangers offer, Rachel only really affords these people the same level of
recognition as is possible with the blurry figures seen in the CCTV footage at
the start of the film and no more.
The film addresses a person’s sense of responsibility,
pounding home the possible consequences of a simple lack of cordiality towards
fellow human beings. It also critiques the contemporary dependence on
communication technology, as blocking interactions between close relatives
while simultaneously laying them bare to interference from those who would do
harm. This is realised both in the difficulty Rachel’s live-in brother Fred has
talking to their mother via video call when she can’t activate sound, and the
ease with which The Man gains control of Rachel’s life just by getting hold of
her mobile devices. Upon achieving this power over her via virtual means, The
Man brings the physical brutality when he murders her lawyer friend in a
particularly nasty diner scene, and rams home the responsibility theme when he
pushes Fred’s fiancée on to his own outstretched knife, before forcing him to
read out a letter of blame to Rachel - over the phone naturally.
As the film juggernauts on to the final showdown, the Nine
Inch Nails-esque soundtrack with its electro-industrial tension building is
excellent. There are some nice little narrative loops, one of which involves
candy cane scissors striking the killer blow, and I enjoyed that the maze-like
housing estate of Rachel’s mother’s home is cleverly used to lure and then lose
The Man in the final stages of pursuit. Suspension of disbelief is generally
managed well, with The Man’s ability to carry out this excessive crusade of
vengeance contextualised credibly. Having handled the plot movements so well
however, it’s disappointing that this falls down a little at the end in terms
of nuts-and-bolts human physiology. Namely that the final showdown involves
Rachel and her young son getting punched by the very hefty Man, something that
they both recover from quite unrealistically. But hey ho, that’s the movies for
you. The ending is also not as witty as it could have been. Naturally, as
Rachel and son drive peacefully away, they find themselves in a similar
situation to what got them in to this mess in the first place, but this time
Rachel’s hand hovers over the horn and she exchanges a look with Kyle. Being
that the central message revolves around the reluctance to say sorry (another
contemporary concern in wider society), it would have been interesting to see
Rachel in a situation where she had to do just that. But this is perhaps a
pessimistic movie – as much as there is relief in seeing ordinary citizens
drive away with their lives intact after a horrific ordeal, the subtle lessons
that might have been learned from an albeit extreme experience are ultimately like
dust in the wake of Rachel’s wheels.