A Pulitzer Prize-winning author, a three-time Oscar-nominated director and a cast of talented actors seems like a cinematic dream team.
That makes “The Counselor” more than just a dull and pretentious mess. It makes the film a huge disappointment as well.
Directed by Ridley Scott, “The Counselor” is a would-be sexy thriller about a drug deal gone wrong. The thrills, though, are hard to find, and the sexy parts are more cringe-worthy than erotic.
Michael Fassbender stars as a defense lawyer with questionable ethics, who opts to make a big score by helping a shady friend fund an operation running drugs from Mexico across the border to Texas.
Penelope Cruz is the devoted girlfriend. Javier Bardem is the playboy buddy. Brad Pitt is a mysterious, philosophical middle man. Cameron Diaz is Bardem’s Cheetah-loving, gold-toothed man-eating girlfriend.
It’s a charismatic, big-name cast, but they are completely wasted by the screenplay, the first ever written by 80-year-old Cormac McCarthy.
McCarthy is a very important and gifted novelist (“The Road,” “No Country For Old Men”), but his script is confused and confusing. There’s hardly any plot, and his characters pontificate and talk like, well, characters in a novel, not anything like actual human beings.
Fassbender tries hard as the nameless pawn at the center of the story, but his character isn’t very likable or sympathetic, even when his life begins to crumble. He tells us he loves Cruz’s Laura desperately, but we never really feel it.
Diaz puts a lot of energy into playing the film’s bad girl, but the character too often seems a parody, with spotted tattoos, and did I mention cheetahs?
I can only imagine that when these very fine actors took a look at McCarthy’s much-anticipated script, it was an Emperor’s New Clothes situation: