The title refers to the way Cogan prefers to kill people, from a distance, without getting too up close and personal. Would that director Dominik had the same compassion for his audience. There is a fine line between style and substance, and all too often in Killing Them Softly the former becomes the latter, desperate to compensate for the willful lack of drama. It might sound great on paper to craft an entire film out of conversations between hit-men, and James Gandofini and Richard Jenkins, along with Pitt, have a grand old time trading barbs while the lives of men hang in the balance. And it wouldn't even be a stretch to frame the entire thing as a metaphor for the economic crisis, also resolved by conversations between men behind closed doors, while lives, and financial empires, hung in the balance. The problem is that Andrew Dominik wants to be a player in his own film, and refuses to allow the audience to connect its own dots. The hits are so elaborately choreographed and photographed that even a simple drive-by at a traffic light has to become a symphony of exploding glass, ripping skin, and gushing blood, caught in actual droplets moving through the air by exhaustively slow motion that would make John Woo himself cringe. This is a film with an agenda, and it's ultimately Dominik's heavy hand with respect to it that sinks his film. Leaving the theatre you are either going to wonder what the point of all the political commentary was, or you are going to have eye strain from rolling them. Either way, it's not a fun night out at the cinema. If you can forget that everything is just a means to the director's end, there are moments when the sparks of chemistry fly between the actors, and they get into a rhythm. Good luck with that.
** 1/2 out of *****
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