should have been a routine, but highly profitable salvage job. Thanks to
Russian military adventurism in Georgia and Crimea, Ukraine, the whole rights
and permissions thing is now considerably trickier. As a result, a disgruntled
submarine captain will lead an off-the-books mission in Kevin Macdonald’s Black Sea (trailer here), which opens this
Friday in New York.
Robinson has just been down-sized (or as the city of Detroit says, “right-sized”)
by his buttoned-down corporate marine salvage firm. Finding little work for a
disgruntled submarine skipper, Robinson is up for a caper and one of his former
colleagues has one. It turns out, while the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact was still
observed by both sides, Stalin agreed to loan Hitler millions in gold (as one
socialist to another). However, the German U-boat carrying it home was sunk and
Germany invaded Russia shortly thereafter. For decades, it lay forgotten at the
bottom of the Black Sea. Eventually, the company struck a deal with the Georgian
government to salvage it, but the operation was put on hold when the Russians
starting paddling around like they owned the place.
the help of a mysterious funder, Robinson will recruit a crew to sneak down
there and get it. To make things unnecessarily complicated, half the crew must
be Russian—so they can talk to any Russian torpedoes that might be launched at
them? Acquiring an old Russian sub that is more like a barnacle with a
periscope, Robinson’s team heads out to sea, but tensions quickly rise.
Daniels, the transparently villainous financial go-between, is particularly
alarmed when Robinson announces each man gets an equal share once their backer
gets his forty percent. Wouldn’t they be tempted to bump each other off to get
a bigger slice of the pie? Still, you might think they would need a minimum contingent
of crewmembers to keep the sub seaworthy. It turns out that number is nine.
Black Sea has a very intriguing
backstory, but screenwriter Dennis Kelly jettisons it almost immediately.
(Nevertheless, the new reels playing underneath the opening credits make it
look like Stalin will be played by Ben Mendelsohn.) Instead, he channels B.
Traven, cranking up the class warfare and seafaring naturalism. Treasure of the Sierra Madre is a worthy
film to emulate, but he leaves way to many holes in the narrative.
Fraser, the diving specialist is a case in point. Half the time he is a
reckless psychopath, but he serves as the ostensive voice of reason nearly just
as often. Similarly, if he were really primarily concerned with saving his own
skin, would he really let loose a bunch of mutinous chaos while they are
navigating a shallow canyon? That just seems like needlessly perverse timing.
is a shame Kelly’s narrative clunks and clangs along, because Jude Law is
terrific as the salty Robinson. It is rather remarkable how convincingly he shows
Robinson’s class resentments metastasizing into paranoid psychosis, nearly deconstructing
the entire film in the process. Even though his character makes no sense,
Mendelsohn is always enjoyable to watch chewing the scenery, as is Ben Wheatley
regular Michael Smiley, who is reliably flinty and acerbic as Robinson’s crony,
Reynolds. However, fans of Jodie Whittaker should not expect much, because she
only fleetingly appears in flashbacks as Robinson’s ex-wife.
Partially shot on a vintage 1967 Foxtrot Soviet
sub (one of only four such surviving vessels), Black Sea looks great and feels appropriately claustrophobic.
Unfortunately, the narrative repeatedly undercuts everyone’s best efforts.
There is just little too much message-making and not enough attention to
action-details. An ambitious disappointment, Black Sea opens this Friday (1/23) in New York.
Labels: Ben Mendelsohn, British Cinema, Jodie Whittaker, Jude Law, Submarine films