The key to being an effective police negotiator, we learn in The
Negotiator, is to be prepared. They make cheat sheets on their
subjects with notes containing the name of the persons dog, a
work history anything to get out of the situation safely. If
the negotiator knows that the subjects favorite color is blue,
it better be blue, because if it isnt, a slug could end up in
the skull of a hostage.
Moviegoers with a thriller or two under their belts already have
their own version of a cheat sheet. Going in, they can assume
certain things: The heroes will live, guns will be shot, tense
moments will be played out and resolved to make way for other
such moments. Its up to the filmmakers to persuade the audience
off the ledge through crafty casting, bigger action, and plot
twists so clever they never see them coming.
The Negotiator, directed by F. Gary Gray (Set It Off, Friday)
and written by newcomers James DeMonaco and Kevin Fox, takes to
the table a pair of fine actors, Samuel L. Jackson and Kevin Spacey,
a respect for fine details, and a few surprising turns but just
a few. In the end, the deal works down to a draw. Even steven.
At the beginning of the film, Chicago cop Danny Roman (Jackson)
is working to finesse a crazed man to remove the barrel of a shotgun
away from the head of a little girl. Against department rules,
Roman puts himself into the situation, and then saves the day.
Later, at home with his new wife, he is scolded for acting so
foolishly. Dont worry, he tells her, hes done with that sort
of behavior and put crazy on the bus.
If crazy is on the bus, then exactly what is it that remains with
Roman when barely 24 hours later hes gone and taken his own hostages?
In his very own police department, no less.
The previous evening Romans beloved partner has turned up dead
just after they had a private conversation regarding missing
department funds and conspiracy involving unnamed coworkers and
members of internal affairs. That dawn, Romans house is swarming
with cops who uncover incriminating papers. Roman is going down,
but not without a fight. His approach is to use what he knows.
He marches into the internal-affairs office and confronts Inspector
Niebaum (J.T. Walsh). Guns get pulled and Roman takes Niebaum,
a secretary, and a snitch hostage. His requests are simple: He
wants to know who his partners informant was, what Niebaums
part in the crime is, and, because Roman doesnt know whom to
trust, he wants everything to be done by Chris Sabien (Spacey),
a negotiator from another precinct.
The crux of The Negotiator lies in exactly who is in on the theft.
Undecipherable hints are scattered throughout. In the opening
sequence, a photo montage of Romans cop life is played. There
he is at a wedding, surrounded by his fellow cops, and more images
show him smiling away where just inches away stand those whove
either got his back or want to stab precisely there. Could officer
Adam Beck (David Morse), the one most against Romans methods,
be in on the plot? What does the supportive Chief Al Travis (John
Spencer) know? And how can Sabien successfully defuse the situation
when any number of the cops hes working with want to see Roman
in a pool of blood?
Its something to chew on, and theres ample opportunity to do
so as Roman and Sabien bat their strategies back and forth. For
Spacey and Jackson, their parts are give-mes, something they
could do in their sleep. Jackson has got a handle on this type
of role. Hes a man on a short leash, just daring someone to push
him. In fact, theres a scene recalling his say what speech
from Pulp Fiction. Spacey, on the other hand, is more even-tempered,
maybe a touch too prissy to be running around gunfire and mayhem.
They make an intriguing pair, these two, but there are some draggy
moments in The Negotiator that even they cant work around.