Movie Review: The Brothers Bloom
The Brothers Bloom will most likely split audiences down the middle just as it has almost evenly divided critics. Simply put, you either delight in the often whimsical imagination of writer/director Rian Johnson or you dismiss it as precious eye candy. I fall firmly in the former camp. While it would be easy to peg Bloom as a Wes Anderson-ish fable about two con men who endure a Dickensian upbringing which leads them to a career in crime, I find it unlikely that Wes (whom I adore) could ever make a film so willing to be this optimistic.
As the film opens we are introduced to the eponymous brothers through the narration of the great Ricky Jay (one quick complaint about the film -- why not more Ricky Jay?!) Essentially, the circumstances of their childhood have provided the ideal education required to be con men, which the brothers, in fact, become. When we join them as adults -- in the personages of mutual hangdogs Mark Ruffalo and Adrien Brody -- they are apparently at the end of a long, lucrative and -- most of all -- inventive career.