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Lacking the good taste to postpone the release of this silly thriller until a less volatile time in American history (assuming one ever comes), the producers of Don't Say a Wordhave opted to foist upon us images of detonating New York City buildings, carefully calculated acts of violence and even someone being buried alive. Nice.
Never mind that Oliver Platt spends a lot of his screen time in profile, forcing us to stare at his too-cool-for-school sideburns; this pedestrian stuff -- amid a rather routine plot and standard cop-show stylings -- just doesn't add up to much entertainment value, regardless of the cultural climate. Besides, even if you happen to be seeking a cinematic hybrid consisting of a kidnapped kid (à la Ron Howard's Ransom) blended with a feisty female cop and yucky corpses (like The Bone Collector) punctuated by Michael Douglas pitching fits (you name it), you'd be better off just renting those movies.
The narrative itself is a model of simplicity, which could have given screenwriters Anthony Peckham and Patrick Smith Kelly plenty of latitude for experimentation in adapting Andrew Klavan's novel, but alas, these opportunities are wasted. Instead, under the brusque and pushy direction of Gary Fleder (Kiss the Girls), the movie's dramatic course becomes an excuse for excesses of familiar and not particularly engrossing technique. Thank the sound crew for every tiny element -- flashbulbs, lantern filaments -- exploding onto the screen. Thank the lighting folks for blowing half the budget on indigo gel (literally, this is a blue movie). Thank the camera operator for spinning dizzily around every impassioned closeup and glycerin tear. Then thank your intrepid critics for enduring this stuff so you don't have to.
Cloaked in his threadbare role of oppressed mensch fighting back, Douglas plays a Manhattan psychiatrist named Conrad whose cozy, yuppified existence is shaken to the core when his darling eight-year-old daughter, Jessie (Houston native Skye McCole Bartusiak), is suddenly abducted. Since his wife, Aggie (Famke Janssen), is bedridden with a broken leg, and the cops cannot be alerted because of the extreme sensitivity of the circumstances, it's up to Conrad to meet the perpetrators' demands, to save his daughter and to distract us from the production designer's daunting task of making Toronto look like New York on Thanksgiving.
The evildoers are a motley lot of rogue bandits representing assorted cultural stereotypes (jive-talkin' black dude, wallet-chain-swingin' redneck, etc.) under the guidance of a mean honcho named Patrick Koster (Sean Bean). Even though Koster displays incredible psychic powers during a botched heist in 1991 -- striding into a bank vault and declaring, with nary a glance, that there are no security cameras inside -- he's got one doozy of a bee in his ski mask upon his release from prison ten years later. See, despite his prophetic gifts, he's unable to guess a special six-digit number that will lead him to a tiny piece of red glass masquerading as a diamond, and poor Dr. Conrad is unlucky enough to be the missing link.
Naturally, the mysterious number is contained in the mind of a wildly disturbed mental patient named Elisabeth (Brittany Murphy), who is either a genuine nutcase or else she's watched too many Fiona Apple videos -- the doctors aren't sure which. Whatever the diagnosis, deep within the bowels of the Bridgeview Psychiatric Hospital, the young woman is kept locked away in a dark, dank cell that would depress a Komodo dragon. Desperate lest the seemingly catatonic girl be transferred to even worse conditions -- as if that were possible -- forensic psychiatrist Dr. Louis Sachs (Platt) decides to ruin Conrad's turkey day by summoning him to give the girl a whirl.
Of course, what nobody bargains for is that when Elisabeth isn't affording us a trendy eyeful of navel or a lurid flash of panties, she's busily repressing horrendously painful memories of a trauma ten years dormant, when she -- like crafty little Jessie -- was a mere tot of eight. Something ghastly happened to Elisabeth, and it's up to Conrad to find out what is was, just as it's up to us to sit through several sequences of grainy flashback concerning people running and yelling and chasing each other.
This is the main problem with Don't Say a Word, the glitch that throws its good intentions right off the track: With the exception of the beguiling Bartusiak, everyone has their emotional intensity stuck in high gear, delivering stilted histrionics instead of gripping performances. This is especially true of Jennifer Esposito as a raging detective, who's also saddled with unfortunate dialogue such as "Do me a favor, Captain Bly, just drive the friggin' boat!" With abrupt bass rumbles in lieu of carefully crafted suspense, Fleder tries to take cheap shortcuts toward agitating us, and under his ham-fisted command, the actors simply struggle in vain to keep the action plausible. Scenes like Aggie's handicapped battle in the villains' lair and Conrad's final confrontation with Koster's gang might have worked with a bit of pacing or logic, but Fleder is interested in only adrenaline and payback, to the point of absurdity.
It also doesn't help that Douglas brings along all the baggage of being Douglas. Despite a long and successful career punctuated by turns of disarming poignance (The War of the Roses) and blithe fun (Romancing the Stone), this guy can ruin a film when he's in self-important mode, as he is here. Granted, it must be tough to go through life as the Ragman's grandson, the spawn of Spartacus, but the Demsky heir isn't exactly escaping his father's massive shadow by playing cutesy-pie at the beginning of this film, nor by playing obdurate bastard at the end. In his retaliation, he wants us to accept the character as some sort of unyielding personification of justice, but what comes across instead seems peculiarly grisly and demented.
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