Adaptation works wonders for Quentin Tarantino. Sure, he canāt help himself when it comes to populating his film with a sprawling running time and (so much) jive talking, but Jackie Brown remains his most mature, accomplished, and satisfactory work. Thereās shocking bits of violence here, but much of it actually (gasp!) in service of a story and not just to foster his juvenile instincts or heavy-handed referential nature.
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Elmore Leonardās Rum Punch provides a solid framework, one that forces Tarantino does diverge from not only in changing Jackieās race from white to black but in other narrative details, but itās also a model of great adaptation work. Leonardās economical style and Tarantinoās maximalist donāt sound like a match made in cinematic heaven, yet thereās something incredibly juicy and vibrant about their divergent styles meeting in the middle here.
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Maybe itās the way that Leonardās style forces Tarantino to āgrow upā cinematically, but thereās honest to god human emotion and recognizable characters here. Led by a stellar Pam Grier in a performance that demanded serious awards attention and a revitalization of her career that strangely didnāt come, Jackie Brown garnishes its entangled double-crosses and crime elements with a center thatās the sweetest, most humane love story in all of Tarantinoās body of work.
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Unrequited and suppressed emotions run throughout Tarantinoās films, but they usually end in a big bang of violence and artful blood splatter. Think of the Brideās near phoenix-like origins in the Kill Bill films, of the entirety of Reservoir Dogs turning in on each other, or The Hateful Eightās long simmering grudges erupting in prolonged scenes of carnage. Jackie Brown is the most complex examination of that emotional state, and itās most mature.
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We meet Jackie as a struggling airline stewards for the low rent Cabo Air, and we quickly learn that she doubles as a drug runner for Ordell (Samuel L. Jackson, going near Brechtian but still a joy to watch) once sheās caught by the ATF and its primary detective on the case (Michael Keaton). Her bail bondsman, Max (Robert Forster), is immediately smitten, and their connection is the core of the movie. Everything else, including Ordellās beach bimbo girlfriend (Bridget Fonda) and thug best friend (Robert De Niro, wincing and grimacing more than acting), is part of a tangled weave to keep shoving these two back together. They are the center that holds it all together.
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On paper, their affection and blossoming feelings for each other shouldnāt make much sense. Jackie is the world-weary and desperate version of any of Grierās iconic blaxploitation heroines, while Max is the ultra-buttoned up good cop. Yet thereās visible sparks from the moment they meet, and between the actorās clear chemistry and joy in playing off each other to the fun of just watching them sit back and talk, their connection becomes our active rooting interest.
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Tarantinoās always had a strong eye for casting, but he out does himself with the performances he gets from Grier and Forster. Grier is a mesmerizing presence. Sheās beautiful, sheās intelligent, sheās resourceful, and sheās got one mean poker-face. Grierās performance is master class of small bodily movements telegraphing everything for the camera. She never goes ābigā because she never has to, and her transition from honest and open communication with Max to staring down danger with an impassive face is demonstrated with a mere eyebrow raising. Itās the kind of performance that would reignite a male actorās stock and have bigger, better opportunities, I mean, look at what happened with John Travolta before he shot himself in the foot.
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Just as good is Forster as Max, for which he received the filmās lone Oscar nomination. He deserved the damn thing as heās the quiet, emotional heart to Jackieās quick-thinking brain. Heās just as prone to underplaying his scenes as Grier, and his crinkled smile and hint of heartache in their final back-and-forth is a knockout of minute details and specific choices making a moment come alive on camera. It helps that Forster is something of an anonymous character actor, you know youāve seen him when he pops up but his name frequently escapes you, because a bigger star in this part wouldāve titled things out of balance. Forsterās schoolboy crush and conservative demeanor are deeply touching in his elliptical goodbye to Jackie.
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Itās this kernel of romantic possibilities in the face of middle age that makes Jackie Brown so rewarding. Itās a great hangout movie, even if some of the diversions with Fonda and De Niro prove more distracting than humorous and glaring examples of the directorās fetish for womenās feet. Jackie Brown is also a towering achievement to the cinematic brickhouse that is Pam Grier, and she works hard for the money and adoration.