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Review by Harvey Karten
3 stars out of 4
Everybody gambles. What's particularly complex, though, is not where people
risk their cash or how much--but why. I was cured of gambling when I lost seven
dollars in a round of rummy with my friends. I was just 12 years old and I
don't even want to think of what seven dollars would be worth today, but since
then the most I ever sent my money at risk was by putting 50 cents a week into
the office sports pool (why? For the feeling of belonging, of course, and to
show that I was into the manly game of football) and might put $2 on the
favorite horseto show (why? Who knows?) In "Owning Mahowny," Richard
Kwietniowski explores a couple of years in the actual case of a Toronto-based
fellow who at one point won nine million dollars in an Atlantic City casino card
game. What happened from that point should not be revealed here: let the
viewers discover this detail from seeing the well-acted and at times gripping,
suspenseful film. What can be stated, however, is the motivation for the
high-stakes game, and it's not money, notwithstanding the titular hero's
insistence that he has a financial problem and not a gambling sickness. He
played at craps and cards and roulette wheels because, as he put things in a
session with a psychoanalyst, on a scale of one to one hundred he would rate his
feeling of being alive as one hundred. When he was not at the tables, his life
was a twenty. Fair enough.
The risk-taker in question is not a James Bond sort of fellow who'd relish
the attention he'd receive by strolling into a casino with dinner suit and
martini but a self-effacing, private person who, when offered a complimentary
steak dinner by the manager, stated he wanted only barbecued spare ribs without
sauce. Kwietniowski's casting is perfection: no better person could play the
shy albeit clever Mahowny than Philip Seymour Hoffman, who does looks not at all
like a movie star. (The noted critic David Thomson states that in as the
prep-school thug Freddie in "The Talented Mr. Ripley," he's "not sure there's
been a better performance in recent yearsso nasty yet so vulnerable, such a
cross of Mussolini and Billy Bunter.") Hoffman has been duly recognized here
for his ability to appear at once "nasty and vulnerable." As Mahoney, he uses
his job as assistant manager in a Toronto Bank (salary in 1980 a mere $22,000
Canadian) to embezzle his institution out of millions. He did this not by
skimming pennies from thousands of accounts, something that any bank teller
could probably dream of doing, but by an arrangement so complex that Alan
Greenspan would have trouble understanding it.
Hoffman is joined by the excellent John Hurt in the role of Victor Foss, the
manager of an Atlantic City Casino, performing as quite the opposite of his
guise in the best movie of 1997, "Love and Death on Long Island," also by this
director. Whereas Hurt's character on Long Island was an intellectual and
author, clueless about the real world and believing that you could play a VHS
tape in a microwave oven, here he's a saturnine man intrigued by Mahowny's
compulsiveness, determined to take the man for a ride while at the same time
feeling sorry for him each time he'd lose at the tables. Mahowny simply did not
feel alive unless he risked tens of thousands of dollars a month, frequently
using bookie Frank Perlin (Maury Chaykin) to bet on sportsand not just on a
team but on "all the home games" and "all the away games." Nor could one blame
him for being less than ecstatic about his sweetheart, Belinda (Minnie Driver),
though Ms. Driver looks fine in a blond wig that makes her almost presentable.
If you're in the mood for a light and airy movie about an embezzler, you'd go
for "Catch Me If You Can." The opposite of Philip Seymour Hoffman's character
there is that of Leonardo Di Caprio. For a film about gambling that has wit and
class, go with Mike Hodges's 1999 film "Croupier"an original work about a young
man (Clive Owen) whose goal is to be a published author, takes a job as a
croupier in a London casino, and observes those around him as an author might be
expected to do. For a film that combines gambling with embezzlement, the movie
this year so far is "Owning Mahowny." The public fascination with the subject
made Gary Ross's book on which this film is based a best seller for quite a few
months. The movie version works not so much because of the intricacies of the
plot but primarily by the interplay of Philip Seymour Hoffman and John Hurt:
opponents from a purely market standpoint, all too human on a personal one.
Copyright © 2003 Harvey Karten
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