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The Man Who Wasn't There, set in sleepy Santa Rita, California, in 1949, is the brothers' second excursion into latter-day film noir -- the brothers' debut, 1985's gory Blood Simple, was the first -- and on the surface it's an homage to the hard-boilings of novelist James M. Cain. In the Forties Cain's sublime pulp fiction was the basis for sardonic Hollywood classics such as Double Indemnity and The Postman Always Rings Twice; in 2001 he inspires black comedy. For all its long shadows and ominous atmosphere, this is a very funny movie -- as funny as the Coens' masterful Fargo, in which a blackmailer stuffing his partner into a wood chipper became the stuff of belly laughs.
Begin with the requisite antihero, a placid small-town barber named Ed Crane. As written by the Coens and played by a perfectly laconic Billy Bob Thornton, gray, anonymous Ed is a reasonable facsimile of the beleaguered workingmen Cain favored as his protagonists -- drifters, bank clerks, insurance salesmen. Comically passive but plagued by a gnawing, unnamable hunger, Ed has nothing to say, at least not to others. His brother-in-law, Frankie (Michael Badalucco), does all the yakking in their shop. Ed simply waits for something to happen to him. He's an ideal character for black and white, and the Coens oblige, with some brilliant help from their long-time cinematographer, Roger Deakins. This is gorgeous black and white, textured and nostalgic.
These filmmakers can't keep their tongues out of their cheeks for long, so when Ed Crane gets his shot at success, it has a ludicrous twist. A loudmouth wearing a bad toupee (Coen regular Jon Polito) bursts into the shop, announces he's an entrepreneur named Creighton Tolliver, and adds that he's shopping for a silent partner in his exciting new business. Dry cleaning. Wave of the future. There's no one more silent than Ed, of course, and, for that matter, no one drier. He's the man for the job. Just one problem: In order to get rich quick pressing pants, he needs 10,000 bucks.
The hunger for cash has always fueled the complexities of film noir, and the Coens follow suit. No sooner has the dim bulb lit up behind Ed's hooded eyes than the treacheries and false moves driving the brothers' plot start to multiply. Not only is the shady dry-cleaning man a con artist, Ed's dissatisfied wife, Doris (Frances McDormand, Mrs. Joel Coen), turns out to be wayward, and her affair with the manager of the local department store (what else but "Nirdlinger's"?) seems to provide Ed with a foolproof opportunity for blackmail. Sopranos cultists may be startled to find beefy James Gandolfini in the role of Big Dave, the blustering and adulterous store manager, but at least the Coens provide an excuse for his bridges-and-tunnels accent: Born in Brooklyn, Big Dave migrated to California in the Thirties and married the dry-goods heiress Ann Nirdlinger (Katharine Borowitz), whom we later see to be a spaced-out fantasist who imagines Martians in the back yard.
If you think Murphy's Law overwhelmed a wronged husband's attempts at homicide in Blood Simple, wait until you get a taste of the comic turns that befall poor Ed Crane. Before long there's a corpse, then two, in the picture. But Ed's problems are only beginning. A hick through and through, he's no better at judging musical talent than he is at choosing business partners, so his growing obsession with a teenage striver named Birdy Abundas (Scarlett Johansson), whose entire repertoire consists of one Beethoven piano sonata, is way off the mark. So are his relationships with the movie's two hilariously drawn lawyers, one a dull-witted, small-town drudge (Richard Jenkins) who each evening takes a nip and falls asleep in his porch swing, the other a flashy operator named Freddie Riedenschneider (Tony Shalhoub). With his two-tone shoes, unchecked appetites, and appalling expense account, Freddie is the sharpest criminal-defense lawyer Sacramento has to offer -- and its most overstuffed ego. "I'm an attorney," he informs Ed. "You're a barber. You don't know anything."
You could fill an encyclopedia with the things Ed doesn't know, but rather than tell us all of them as their hero slips over the edge, the Coens take some of their usual amusing side trips. At an Italian wedding we find Ed's brother-in-law Frankie astride a lurching pig named Garibaldi. During an ill-considered audition in San Francisco, the no-talent pianist finds herself under the eye of a wonderfully pompous Frenchman named Carcanogues (Adam Alexi-Malle). We get a running seminar on Forties men's hairstyles, and, just for the hell of it, the Coens toss in some half-crazed references to the postwar UFO scares and the no-budget movies they inspired.
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