Facts and Figures
Run time: 100 mins
In Theaters: Wednesday 21st September 2005
Distributed by: Magnolia
Production compaines: Canary Films, Populist Pictures, Serene 9, Studio Fierberg, Section Eight Productions
Contactmusic.com: 2.5 / 5
Rotten Tomatoes: 83%
Fresh: 49 Rotten: 10
IMDB: 7.0 / 10
One admires Kerrigan's rigorous cinematic technique, which stays perched on Keane's face or right over his shoulder for most of the film's running time. It's a "you are there" aesthetic that demands the viewer identify with the camera's subject. Perhaps influenced by British filmmaker Alan Clarke (who used similar tactics to brilliant effect following around skinhead Tim Roth in Made in Britain and football hooligan Gary Oldman in The Firm), Kerrigan manages to make Keane bracing, compelling, and mostly watchable even as you realize the character is on a long, slow, tortured journey to nowhere.
What's frustrating with Keane, as with Kerrigan's previous efforts, is that this filmmaker takes a long, grueling ride around the block and never really manages to illuminate the human condition. It's that brand of indie cinema we call "miserable-ism", plumbed by Neil LaBute and Todd Solondz, where nothing ever works out. Human beings live in boxes of misery and cannot find their way out. In a way, it creates a willful ignorance of hope and desire. Kerrigan almost breaks through the net by adding two characters: a single mother (Amy Ryan) and her quiet, introspective child (Abigail Breslin, whose scenes with Lewis are terrific). The long, sad sequences of Keane befriending the mom and kid in their dreary hotel room open up Keane's world, slightly. They're photographed with enormous sensitivity and well acted; they also create the possibility of more.
Unfortunately, much like Clean, Shaven, Kerrigan doesn't really know where to go with this third act development. While one appreciates the canny ambivalence of Keane's final scene, taking place in Port Authority and involving Keane's to-be-revealed master plan, the movie leaves no taste in the mouth. Neither bad nor good, but simply compelling, Keane is further proof that Kerrigan is on his way towards being one of our great auteurs but, like his hero, he has not yet found his way through.
Reviewed as part of the 42nd New York Film Festival.