by Douglas Messerli
Neil Jordan and David Leland (screenplay), Neil Jordan
(director) Mona Lisa / 1986
George (Bob Hoskins), a small-time thug who has just been released from prison, tries to make contact with his former employer, Denny Mortwell (Michael Caine)—a man deeply involved in the porn industry. Although he cannot locate Mortwell, an assistant assigns George a job as a chauffeur for one of the prostitute clients, Simone (Cathy Tyson).
Much of Jordan’s noirish film is simply a beautifully cinematic travelogue of the dark, underworld of London night life, as the locales alternate between lavish hotels and the seedy street life and semen-covered carrels of sex shops. Yet, at times, the plot goes out of its way to create a sense of mystery when, in actuality, its story is quite simple—although, despite watching this film now several times, I still do not quite comprehend the relationship between Simone and Mortwell, since she presumably now works as an “independent” prostitute. One also wonders why Mortwell is so determined that George get “dirty information” on one of Simone’s clients; perhaps he simply wants something with which to have control him for his other nefarious business transactions. George’s friendship with an artist-writer, moreover, is so muddled that it is totally unbelievable.
It hardly
matters, for the real center of this film, as George is forced through his
search for Cathy to reenter Mortwell’s dark world, is the growing, non-sexual
relationship between George and Simone.
George finally
perceives that he has been “used” by both Mortwell and Simone, and when
Mortwell and Simone’s former pimp both show up to punish the liberating trio,
Simone quite brutally shoots the attackers dead before turning the gun on
George as well. Finally, realizing that
she is now a truly “free” woman, she spares George’s life, just as she has
saved him through the murders. But unlike the more satisfying ending of The Crying Game, where the innocent
Fergus “saves” Dil by himself claiming he is the killer, here we never discover
what happens to Simone and Cathy when the police show up. Might they have to
give up their freedom once more? So too does the work finally become a kind of
“cold work of art,” of which Nat King Cole sings in the title song.
Yet the film
closes with George secretly meeting with his daughter, whose mother refuses him
contact, ending with a gentle kiss upon her forehead, suggesting, perhaps, that
Simone has succeeded in domesticating her “lover,” like the painting of the
Cole song, with only a smile.
Los Angeles,
May 18, 2013
Reprinted from International
Cinema Review (May 2013).
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