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Ambitious as American Gangster is, it's well suited to Denzel Washington's particular star qualitythe circumspect badass. Washington plays Lucas as a combination of ruthless thug and gentlemanly striver. His two sides are established in a murky opening sequence when, factotum to old-school crime boss Bumpy Johnson, Lucas torches a guy in one shot and tosses Christmas turkeys to the crowd in the next.
It's 1968, and Bumpy is complaining that corporations are pushing out the middle man. He then drops dead in the very chain-store outlet that prompted his disquisition, leaving Lucas to create a new empireby eliminating the middle man. Rather than dealing with the mob, Lucas figures out a way to import high-grade heroin direct from Indochina. Then he takes Harlem by storm, selling smack that's twice as good for half the price under the label Blue Magic.
Scott's Lucas is more attractive, if less hypnotic, than the character profiled by Jacobson. (The writer notes that upon hearing tapes of his conversations with Lucas, his wife remarked, "Oh . . . you're doing a story on Satan.") To balance the moral equation, Steven Zaillian's script introduces a Lucas nemesis in the form of actual police detective Richie Roberts (Russell Crowe). As Lucas is a visionary, Roberts is a man of stoopid integrity. Busting a bookie, he finds a car stuffed with unmarked bills and actually brings it in as evidencecausing his partner, soon to be revealed as a drooling junkie, to moan: "I'm a leper because I listened to you and turned in a million bucks."
The world capital of smack and police corruptionsuch was disco-era New York. Still, for all of American Gangster's discreet period markers and cleverly cobbled- together locations, it doesn't get the period's putrid exhilarationthe sense of irreversible decay and giddy disorder. Scrupulously academic, it does acknowledge the key texts of the day: Scott recycles the theme from Across 110th Street, references Sidney Lumet's Prince of the City, and draws on the quintessential New York dope opera so closely that his movie might have been subtitled The "French Connection" Connection. Albeit directed with high-powered panache, American Gangster lacks The French Connection's messy human drama and, a choreographed final bust notwithstanding, thrill-machine set pieces. The movie never spins out of control.
American Gangster functions on parallel tracks: As Roberts recruits a posse of lowlife cops, so Lucas brings his brothers up from North Carolina to help in the business. As the cop's marriage falls apart, the gangster treats his wife, Miss Puerto Rico 1970, like a queen. Further, both men are humiliated and threatened by the predatory animals of the NYPD's corrupt Special Investigations Unit. American Gangster and Honest Cop, each played by an Oscar-winning tough guy, finally converge when Roberts stakes out the Ali-Frazier fight and, spotting the self-effacing Lucas ringside in an uncharacteristic sable coat, has to wonder: "Who the fuck is that guy?"
Who indeed? Lucas is self-made with a vengeance, a cold-blooded killer and warm-hearted family man in one tightly wound package. It's one of the movie's running gags that nobodycertainly no white person save Robertsseems able to understand that Lucas actually works for himself. American Gangster more than makes its point regarding his entrepreneurial spirit. But Roberts is actually more enigmatic: What makes him so irrationally honest? Could it be the same thing that inspires Lucas? Late in the movie, the gangster dodges an assassin's bullet and waxes indignant: "I ain't running from nobodythis is America."
Marc Levin's current documentary Mr. Untouchable, a portrait of Lucas's better-known rival Nicky Barnes, shares American Gangster's logic in presenting its subject as an all-American business genius. Barnes too brags about his professional operation and high-quality shit, dismissing Lucas and his family as rubes: "They acted country and they dressed country." The corresponding cameo in American Gangster is a mirror image: When Lucas discovers that Barnes (broadly played by Cuba Gooding Jr.) is slapping his Blue Magic brand on inferior smack, he confronts his competitor and, with all the indignation of an idealistic MBA, accuses him of "trademark infringement."
That's not the only grotesque irony to be found in American Gangster, although at 157 minutes, the movie is a tad leisurely in letting the audience in on Lucas's secret dope-smuggling methoda social metaphor that gives the notion "wrapped in the flag" a whole new meaning.
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