Robert Altman has always been an admirably maverick filmmaker.
That maverick mentality, however, has led him to choose some very
odd films. Can anyone explain why the same man who directed a
modern masterpiece like Nashville chose to make Popeye
with Robin Williams? Altman's last three films are a perfect example
of his oeuvre. The Player (1992) is a pristine example
of filmmaking that only a true independent filmmaker with a close
finger on the pulse of Hollywood could have pulled off. Short
Cuts (1993) is a wildly eclectic mix featuring some of the
best and some of the dullest movie moments of its year. Ready-To-Wear
(1994) is a flat-out embarrassment--a stumbling, witless misstep.
But Altman is ready to pick up the ball again and run with it--and,
much as in the climax of his film M.A.S.H., the scrappy
underdog can be counted on to score a few more touchdowns.
Kansas City is actually one of Altman's most focused films.
At first glance, it seems like we're in for another of those patented
Altman ensembles that peg a particular place and time by presenting
a dizzyingly broad spectrum of characters and stories. Unlike
Nashville and Short Cuts, however, Kansas City
chooses to concentrate on a single evocative storyline. The time
is 1934, and Jennifer Jason Leigh plays Blondie O'Hara, a scrappy
movie-addicted gal who just happens to be married to a small-time
KC criminal (Dermot Mulroney). When her hubby runs afoul of a
local gangster (Harry Belafonte) and is held prisoner in the basement
of a jazz club, our heroine kidnaps Carolyn Stilton (Miranda Richardson),
the wife of a local political bigwig, and tries to blackmail the
politico into rescuing her husband. The film basically takes place
in a single 24-hour period. As Blondie waits for help to arrive
for her beloved Johnny, she and her kidnapee wander the streets
of Kansas City taking in bits and pieces of that town's rich tapestry.
Jennifer Jason Leigh and Miranda Richardson are the central focus
of this film, and they get to chew over some positively delicious
lines. The two engage in the kind of clever love/hate banter that
you usually only get to see in male bonding/buddy action flicks.
They are both great at it. After The Hudsucker Proxy, Leigh
has got this 1930s movie patter down pat. British actress Richardson
is pure perfection as the occasionally coherent, laudanum-swilling
housewife and deserves many more film roles than she gets in America.
While a worried Blondie wanders the late-night streets with Mrs.
Stilson, a ruthless gangster is pondering poor Johnny's fate.
Blondie's husband has been taken prisoner by Seldom Seen, a mysterious
gambler who seems to control much of Kansas City's night life.
Johnny has made the mistake of ripping off one of Seldom's clients,
who has come into town for an all-night big-money gambling marathon.
Naturally, Johnny must be punished. But how? Harry Belafonte is
sublime as the rather philosophical gangster who'd rather listen
to the all-night jazz jam upstairs than mete out underworld justice.
Good to see Belafonte back in the spotlight where he obviously
belongs.
The Kansas City of Altman's childhood (he was born there in 1925)
is certainly a colorful setting for any film. While gangsters
and powerful political bosses clashed for control on the city's
streets, the jazz age was being born in the city's black nightclubs.
Altman's work has obviously been influenced by the improvisational
jazz musicians he saw as a child. Kansas City has been
described as a tribute to the burgeoning jazz scene of 1930s America.
While Kansas City is packed wall to wall with some incredible
jazz performances, it merely provides the background for our story.
Jazz isn't so much a musical style, I suppose, as an attitude.
Altman has got the attitude.