The con is on in more ways
than one in George Roy Hill’s The Sting
(1973); a devilishly featherweight period piece made in a decade when dark,
brooding, contemporary narratives were all the rage and the norm. From its
preposterous use of Scott Joplin’s classic ragtime (that predates the film’s
settings by at least 25 years) to the deceptively ‘of the moment’ performances
given by Paul Newman and Robert Redford, The
Sting is a Teflon-coated cinematic anomaly of contradictions, where
apparently not even continuity – or lack thereof – manages to hinder the
overall narrative, brilliantly scripted by David S. Ward.
Set during the Great
Depression, our story centers on grifter Johnny Hooker (Robert Redford) whose
latest con has just netted him a cool $11,000 in cash. His cohort, Luther
Coleman (Robert Earl Jones) is an aging master who announces his retirement
from the fray and advises Hooker to do the same…or seek out the advice of
superior con, Henry Gondorff (Paul Newman); the only man this side of Joliet
Illinois who can teach Hooker about ‘the big con’.
Unfortunately for Coleman
and Hooker, their last victim was a numbers racketeer working for the
unscrupulous Doyle Lonnegan (Robert Shaw); a tough as nails/cold as ice crime
boss who can snap a man in half for double crossing him. Lonnegan even has crooked cops in his pocket,
and used one – Lt. William Snyder (Charles Durning) – to confront Hooker and
get his money back. One problem: Hooker’s already blown his half of the
winnings. So, Hooker pays Snyder in counterfeit instead. When Lonnegan’s men
find out, they kill Luther. But Hooker manages a clumsy getaway to Chicago.
This dime store fraud is up
against a pro and knows it when Gondorff tells Hooker he will not join him in
his life of crime. Seems Gondorff – a once truly great con artist – has
recently had his wings clipped by the FBI. To reaffirm for himself that he’s
still the best there is, Gondorff tells Hooker they’re going to perpetrate ‘the
wire’ – a phony off track betting parlour. The two board the 20th
Century Limited where Gondorff poses as ‘Shaw’; a loutish Chicago bookie who
easily cons Lonnegan out of $15,000. Naturally, Lonnegan is outraged. But his
distemper is somewhat quelled with the arrival of ‘Kelly’ (actually Hooker) who
poses as Shaw’s disgruntled employee come to collect his winnings. Shaw hints
to Lonnegan that he is looking to wipe out his current boss and take over his
operation with a new partner Les Hamon (Harold Gould), who goes by the name Kid
Twist. Kelly tells Lonnegan that Twist has the perfect set up where they can
bet and win a bundle of cash on past-posted horse races.
So far so good; except that
Snyder has tracked Hooker to Chicago and is about to spill the beans to
Lonnegan when he is summoned by FBI agent Polk (Dana Elcar) to partake in his
sting operation. Polk wants to arrest Gondorff by manipulating Hooker. In the
meantime, Lonnegan has grown restless with his men’s inability to find Hooker. Unaware that Kelly is Hooker, Lonnegan hires Salino (Joe
Tornatore) to assassinate his arch nemesis.
Lonnegan grows more
impressed with Kelly, whose connections to Kid Twist earn him a tidy profit on
a pair of rigged horse races. Lonnegan agrees to finance a half million dollar
bet at Shaw’s parlour, presumably to exact revenge on Shaw for his earlier
defeat. It seems so perfect; only Snyder finds Hooker and brings him to Polk,
who forces him to betray Gondorff by threatening to incarcerate Luther
Coleman's widow, Loretta (Dmitra Arliss).
To clinch the deal, Hooker
beds Loretta only to have her gunned down by Salino early the next morning. As
it turns out, Loretta – not Salino was Lonnegan’s hired killer. Salino has been
hired by Gondorff to keep Hooker safe.
Armed with a hot tip, Shaw
makes his half million dollar bet on Lucky Dan – a horse that is predicted to
come in second, not first. Lonnegan panics when he finds out the horse’s
ranking and attempts to get his money back from the teller’s window. Agent
Polk, Snyder and a slew of agents storm the parlour with Polk telling Hooker he
is free to go. To avenge this betrayal, Gondorff shoots Hooker in the back and
Polk kills Hooker in self-defence. Polk orders Snyder to get Lonnegan away from
the crime scene or face incrimination and arrest.
The two terrified cohorts
steal away into the night and Hooker and Gondorff – both having faked their
deaths – get up off the floor amidst cheers and laughter. Polk reveals that he
is actually Hickey, a con used to divert Snyder’s suspicions and scare Lonnegan
away. Having pulled off the ultimate con, Hooker and Gondorff stroll away as
the other men dismantle their setup.
The
Sting is a
strange duck indeed. It’s light-hearted to the point of never taking itself
seriously and that’s something of a problem – or perhaps part of the in joke
played on the audience. Director George Roy Hill gives us a lot of smoke but no
fire, relying on the teaming of Newman and Redford (previously seen together in
Hill’s Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid 1969) to pull us through
this manipulative pun within a farce. At times, however, it seems to be too
clever for its own good. There is something mildly off putting about Redford and
Newman, neither assimilating into their roles, each riding the crest of their
own popularity – as both individual stars and as a team. They’re undeniably having
a good time. But neither actor challenges us to look deeper into their
performances, perhaps because there really is nothing going on beneath the
surface.
Robert Shaw is, as Robert
Shaw usually was, an over the top ham selling his steely-eyed thug in a three
piece suit like a sledge hammer cutting through Jell-o. It’s too much, frankly,
and compounded by Charles Durning’s heavy-handed lampoon. Don’t get me wrong: I
like The Sting. It’s a slap-happy
wink-and-nudge shuffle that is preposterously great fun to watch. But it
doesn’t really hold together upon a second or third viewing. The clichés become
too obvious, the loopholes in Redford and Newman’s star turns large enough to
ride a small pony through them.
Instead of everything
crystalizing the second time around, the narrative tightening up, the
performances growing richer with renewed admiration, everything gradually
unravels, becoming more glaringly obvious. What continues to hold up is Henry
Bumstead’s marvellous set design and Robert Surtees evocative cinematography –
both capturing the essence and mood of the gritty Great Depression; a colourful
backdrop of speakeasies, hoodlum lairs and lavishly appointed train cars – for
those still rich enough to afford them. In the final analysis, those who have
never seen The Sting will likely
enjoy it – perhaps even immensely so. But those who already have will likely
remember it with more fond recollections than it actually rates.
Respect must be paid to
Universal’s 100th anniversary Blu-ray. The Sting’s earthy palette is
winningly reproduced. The 1080p hi def transfer yields a lot of fine detail and
very accurately reproduced grain for a very film-like presentation. The image
is noticeably brighter than the DVD release, but I am not entirely certain that
the DVD’s presentation was more accurate. Contrast levels on the Blu-ray do not
appear to have been artificially bumped leading me to deduce that the Blu-ray
has accurately achieved a more realistic look that is faithful to the
theatrical presentation. Tough call, but I’m sticking to it.
The audio’s an entirely
different matter. The DTS 5.1 sounds too manufactured, meaning that a lot of ‘creative’
mixing has gone into making the original mono tracks sound as though they were
recorded yesterday and in stereo instead of forty plus years ago. Again, a
minor quibbling, but dialogue and effects are very frontal sounding while the
Marvin Hamlisch score takes a backseat in the rear and side channels. There
aren’t any defects per say in the audio. Dialogue and effects are crisp. The
score sounds spectacular. But does it sound like a vintage 70s release? Ah, no.
Enough said.
I continue to be a tad
disappointed by Universal’s lack of extra features. We get the 60 minute
documentary that was part of the Legacy Edition DVD, but presented in a ‘quality’
that is lagging. I would have loved an audio commentary, but the only other
extra included (apart from the glossy booklet) is the same tired old 100th
Anniversary junket featurettes on characters, film restoration and the studio’s
heritage. Ho-hum. Bottom line: recommended.
FILM RATING (out of 5 - 5 being the best)
3.5
VIDEO/AUDIO
4
EXTRA
2


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