To Nick Gomez, heaven is 18 holes of green and a blue, blue sky. At least that's
one of the striking, heavenly images we get during the course of what is essentially
a metaphysical treatise on life, death, and drug-running in modern-day Florida backwaters.
Perpetual Brooklyn wiseguy Rapaport tones down his flip style in favor of a cooler,
more adult approach as Dante, the longtime head of a crew of heroin dealers working
the well-trod streets of some nameless South Florida township. Dante and his girlfriend
Micky (Taylor) bide their time managing a smallish clan of young street hoods and
trying to have a baby. When their old partner Gabriel (Trese) returns after an extended
stretch in the big house, the couple find their pleasant, almost placid routine disrupted
by studied revenge and flip-flopping scams. Their stash is poisoned, their exceedingly
polite crew is slaughtered one by one, and eventually Gabriel himself comes back
to haunt them. And still no baby. Gomez's film plays like a narcoleptic fugue; it's
the most melancholy, lassitudinal depiction of small-time hoods yet, filled with
sleepy-time fades and ambient emotions that drift in and out of a hazy torpor that
recalls nothing so much as the eloquent sparseness of Jim Jarmusch. Still, for a
film in which every other scene seems calculated to send you nodding into your popcorn,
there's plenty of story going on, unfolding with all the precision of a time-lapse
rosebud. illtown is packed with brooding religious imagery. Antagonist Gabriel appears
cloaked in white, ascending a staircase, and when asked where he's been, remarks,
"I died and went to heaven... they kicked me out." Dante (and to a lesser
extent Micky - Taylor's role is regrettably small) is on the cusp of wanting out
of the drugs & guns game; he's refined his trade and his clientele to a select,
upper-crust few. Very few bullets are fired until Gabriel's avenging anti-angel takes
up residence on the streets once more, recruiting bloodthirsty teen wreckage to do
his dirty work for him. As Dante's friend and longtime associate Cisco, Trese is
a wild card - you're never really sure what he's up to until Gomez spells it out.
He looks like a friend, acts like a friend, but in illtown very little is what it
seems. That goes for Gomez's spacy, elliptical editing, too. The films drifts back
and forth through time as well as various realities, leaving you vaguely groggy and
unsure, which mirrors, to a degree, the actions and emotions unfolding before you.
It's a post-noir crime story filtered through a gauze of druggy doom.
3.0 stars
--Marc Savlov
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