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The Cooler is a completely original film that
combines genres in a fresh way and gets it right. On one level it is a noir tale
of tough guys in the gambling world of Las Vegas, pictured in saturated colors used
in sharp contrasts of light and shadow. Wayne Kramer, in his directing debut, captures the
nervous, edgy, hollow sense of the gambling joints with remarkable authenticity.
At the same time, The Cooler is a fable, the story of Bernie
Lootz (William H. Macy), a guy who is a total loser--at the tables, in his failed marriage
to a junky, in his thoroughly obnoxious son. His houseplants die and even his cat runs
away. Lootz is so self-effacing that he blames himself for all of his lousy luck, even to
the point of being grateful to his boss, Shelly Kaplow (Alec Baldwin), who cured him of
his gambling habit by knee-capping him.
Macy's entrance, seen from the back, wearing a baggy suit and limping
awkwardly, immediately establishes the outline of the character, but, as with
everything else in The Cooler, there are surprises in store. Lootz' job is to be
a "cooler"--his bad luck spreads around him like an aura. So if a gambler in the
casino is winning too much, Lootz has only to stand at the table to turn the winner's luck
sour.
But when Lootz gets chummy with an attractive waitress at the casino
(Maria Bello) and an unlikely romance blooms, he gains a new degree of confidence--and
maybe loses his cooling powers. The relationship, both erotic and emotional, is
developed on screen with subtlety and humor; it provides the human core of the movie.
Meanwhile, boss Shelly is having his own problems with the owners of
the casino who want to replace it with a hotel/entertainment/casino complex to compete
with the newer places in town. Shelly likes things the way they are, including the
strong-armed control he keeps over the Shangri-La. Watching the action in the casino on
the television monitors in his office, Shelly is a direct parallel to Ed Harris in The
Truman Show, except far more dangerous.
The screenplay, by Kramer along with Frank Hannah, continually delivers
up fresh turns of plot, peels away layers of character, and supplies a stream of sharp
observations which add both depth and generous dollops of humor to the film.
Macy has been milked for publicity for this movie; now over 50, he
finally plays a leading man and gets to play in a sex scene (or two) with a beautiful
woman. That seems a trivial milestone though, for an actor who has built a body of work on
screen of ever-increasing skill and depth, a collection of memorable characters from a
salesman afflicted with cerebral palsy in Door
to Door, to a gentile victim of anti-Semitism in Focus, to a film director in State and Main, to the one-time Quiz Kid
in Magnolia. This guy never
stops working and that's a great thing for movie fans.
Maria Bello (AutoFocus,
but maybe best known for the TV series E.R.), gets the right combination of
toughness and vulnerability in her portrayal of Natalie. In smaller roles, Paul Sorvino as
a junky crooner, Shawn Hatosy as the son from Hell, and Ellen Greene as a barmaid who
keeps running out of cream all add to the local color.
- Arthur
Lazere