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Crazy from the Heat

Boorman and Le Carré lose touch with their thrill-seeking personae in Panama

Talk about an unholy union of souls! The latest project from director John Boorman (Deliverance, The General) seeks to be many things -- spy thriller and black comedy among them -- but at its core is a bizarre buddy movie. Behold Pierce Brosnan as a spy who lit out from the heat, a womanizing grifter banished from London to Panama City. Attending him upon arrival is Geoffrey Rush as a chronic liar and ex-con, dolled up in the guise of a hoity-toity tailor. To comprehend their combined depth of character, merely wait until they occupy the same frame, then squint and cross your eyes. This might sound far-fetched, but as the two men blur together, you may catch glimpses of Jerry Lewis.

There are plenty of good things to say about The Tailor of Panama -- that it is inventive, revisionist and occasionally surprising, but funny it is pretty much not. Based on the book of the same name by renowned espionage novelist John Le Carré, the story is laced with dubious universal truths (chicks dig bad boys; military leaders are nuts; Latin Americans constantly celebrate carnaval) but flounders nonsensically through its moral issues without achieving a satisfying balance. Here we have a world in which infidelity is heinous and unpardonable, while kindling professional distrust and engendering civil war are all in a day's work. Perhaps it's best to keep those eyes crossed.

As shifty, ultrarandy British intelligence officer Andy Osnard, Brosnan swaggers through Tailor in what first appears to be a full reversal of his streamlined James Bond image. Upon closer examination, however, you'll observe what is basically a matured Remington Steele burdened with a boner and a bellyful of vodka, arguably closer in spirit to Ian Fleming's original stud than to the Bond of latter-day cinema. Virile and rude, his smarm outweighs his charm as he tools around in a mere Toyota, scouring this "nasty web of money lobbying, drug trafficking and corruption" for cash and kicks.

Male bonding: Geoffrey Rush and Pierce Brosnan hit some effectively coy notes of sexual tension.
Jonathan Hession
Male bonding: Geoffrey Rush and Pierce Brosnan hit some effectively coy notes of sexual tension.

Of course, he's also a professional, which is why he descends upon the titular tailor, one Harry Pendel (Rush), who's been craftily covering his checkered past with a fictional future. As a master of fabrication as well as fabric, Harry has gotten himself involved with Noriega as well as with members of the general's silent opposition, who still bear the scars of the old regime's goon squads. Wearing her marks like badges of honor is freedom fighter Marta (French-Chilean actress Leonor Varela), who poses as Harry's assistant in his classy tailor shop. More psychically damaged is Mickie (Brendan Gleeson), a would-be hero with a tragic streak.

Catalyzing these characters is Andy, who hastily sets himself up with British Ambassador Maltby (John Fortune) and subordinate officers Nigel (Martin Savage) and Francesca (Catherine McCormack). He also gradually blackmails Harry to garner information from the tailor's own ludicrously loving wife, Louisa (Jamie Lee Curtis), who, while defending the newly transferred canal from Washington's "bunch of rabid, right-wing senators," has somehow managed to finagle her way into the top ranks of Panamanian politics. Since she's too uptight to succumb to more than a hasty grope from the tactless Andy, the spy seeks other means to get himself both shaken and stirred, including a preposterous tryst with the initially icy Francesca.

Strangely, however, the strongest notes -- and most coyly underplayed -- of sexual tension come from Andy and Harry, who sort out their needs and differences in peculiarly intimate settings. Once Andy breaks the ice with liberal doses of phallic humor, the two men carry out their clandestine meetings in the unlikeliest of places. Two of the more jarring and amusing scenes have them jiggling together on a bordello's vibrating bed and dancing together in a gay bar. It's as if Boorman and Le Carré are trying to get something off their collective chest, even if Andy and Harry's duality merely wafts through and disappears like equatorial mist.

There are other suggestive bits woven through, which, though interesting, tend to be eclipsed by the hope and glory of this first major film to be shot in Panama. For instance, Harold Pinter appears as Harry's dead uncle, representing the tailor's largely unheeded conscience and common sense, but the celebrated playwright's appearances are sparse and strangely pedestrian. Likewise, Daniel Radcliffe (the boy who will play Harry Potter) appears as Harry's inconsequential son; i.e., set dressing.

This is a white person's movie set against a brown backdrop, but all the talent rises to the occasion to present a world in flux. The movie zigs and zags about to suggest great cultural complexity, sometimes leaving Brosnan out for a few scenes at a time. When he is on screen, deadpanning lines about "dark and lonely work, like oral sex, but somebody has to do it," his dry wit nicely complements the humid air. The main complaint is addressed to his counterpart: Rush grows wearisome, as he hogs the camera and brays about the integrity of his craftsmanship or whatever.

Still, what's most unnerving about The Tailor of Panama is the film's overall tone, which wavers uncomfortably between modest thrills and modest farce. There's virtually no action, and nary a cloak nor dagger in sight, and yet the package is labeled "spy thriller." It's curiously light fare for Le Carré -- and for Boorman -- scraping for tension rather than drowning us in it.

 
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