Facts and Figures
Run time: 109 mins
In Theaters: Friday 5th December 2008
Box Office USA: $8.1M
Distributed by: Sony Pictures
Production compaines: Parkwood Entertainment
Contactmusic.com: 3 / 5
Rotten Tomatoes: 67%
Fresh: 81 Rotten: 40
IMDB: 6.9 / 10
Cadillac Records Movie Review
Sick of working in the junk business, Leonard Chess (Adrien Brody) decides to open a nightclub on Chicago's predominantly black South Side. When he discovers a Mississippi bluesman named Muddy Waters (Jeffrey Wright), he burns down the club and uses the insurance money to buy a record studio. Soon, Chess has drawn in the likes of Waters, Little Walter (Columbus Short), Howlin' Wolf (Eamonn Walker), Willie Dixon (Cedric The Entertainer) and, famously, Chuck Berry (Mos Def). But when the architect of rock-&-roll ends up in prison for violating the Mann Act, Chess has to find another star. She arrives in the person of Miss Etta James (Beyoncé Knowles), a fiery young singer with a world of pain in her voice. Yet the changing times and shifting musical landscape may just spell the end for Chess, once and for all.
Cadillac Records is a movie of impressions -- both literally and figuratively. On the solid side are amazing turns by Wright, Short, Walker, Cedric, and Mos Def as one gloriously goofy Chuck Berry. Even current superstar Beyoncé isn't completely out of her league here -- she is playing a singer after all. More tenuous is writer/director Darnell Martin's grasp of the truth. There is never a mention of Leonard Chess' brother Phil (who bought into the business with his sibling), nary a nod to producer Phil Bass, and some of the more controversial elements of the studio (lawsuits, drugs, affairs) are swept away under the sonic roar of some amazing musical performances. This is one film that would clearly falter without its unbelievable soundtrack. Apparently, it's easier to ignore the facts when you're snapping your fingers and tapping your toes.
As an example of history at its slightest, Cadillac Records is solid, if superficial. The actors are required to add the depth that Martin's script regularly fails to offer. Elsewhere, intriguing elements are left unexplored. Eamonn Walker's Wolf is a major piece of work, and the ex-Oz man's take on the imposing musician is magical. But we don't get enough of it. Instead, Martin chooses to focus more on harmonica ace Little Walter, and while Short is equally good, his character arc is biopic basic. Even Chuck Berry, who seems to be the most whacked out figure in rock-&-roll's tortured history is relegated to clowning most of the time. And Brody, like Beyoncé, is merely a placeholder for the person he was hired to represent.
Yet there is something undeniable about this film, a subtle, sublime feeling of watching pop culture folklore being crafted right before our eyes. When Walker wails on Wolf's "Smoke Stack Midnight" or Wright wriggles to Water's seminal track "Hoochie Coochie Man," no fact-checking can stop the sensation. If one remembers this is a movie, and not a documentary, you'll walk away satisfied. But as a tribute to Chess and its importance to modern music, this is half-baked heritage, entertaining but incomplete.
He used to carry a guitar in a gunny sack.