One of the hazards of movie comedy is that it's almost impossible to
be sure that what reads funny will look funny. "The Gang That Couldn't
Shoot Straight," an uncertain comedy based on Jimmy Breslin's funny
novel, supplies plenty of examples. We laughed when Breslin told us
that one of the big responsibilities of a Mafia man's wife is to start
his car in the morning - to be sure it wasn't wired with a bomb.
But when the movie uses this notion, It doesn't quite work as well.
The Mafia wife gets into the car, crosses herself, starts it - and no
bomb. Inside the house, the Mafia don is crouched under the breakfast
table. When he hears the motor running, he stands up. But it simply
isn't as funny on the screen as it was before.
Maybe part of the trouble is James Goldstone's direction, which tends
toward the heavy-handed. Instead of putting the Mafia chief under the
table, for example, why couldn't he have used a simple close-up,
showing the guy closing his eyes, tensing, and then relaxing? This
would have drawn the audience into a sympathetic bond with the
character; by using slapstick exaggeration, Goldstone loses us.
We get lost more than once. The movie is loosely strung together
around a small feud between old Baccala (Lionel Stander) and the young
upstart Kid Sally (Jerry Orbach). There is a romantic subplot between
Kid Sally's sister (Leigh Taylor-Young) and an Italian bicycle racer
(Robert De Niro). But the feud is so casually delineated in the
screenplay that we can hardly follow it, and romantic subplots (as
everyone should know by now) are fast becoming the death of movie
Still, the Breslin novel provides a rich source of raw material, and
some scenes almost work in spite of themselves. It's funny when a
Mafia midget is dispatched to run Kid Sally's pet lion through a car
wash. The idea is funny, anyway. But Goldstone has the midget and
another guy pull the lion through. Wouldn't it have been funnier if
he'd made full use of the location by simply hooking the lion's chain
onto the endless belt and letting the lion get pulled through like a
Goldstone misses on some other scenes, too. Kid Sally rents an armory
for a big bicycle race he's sponsoring, but there are labor troubles
and the racetrack isn't completed. The race starts anyway, and a racer
flies right off the end of the uncompleted track and through the air.
This could be funny (remember Peter Sellers running through a window
and landing in the water in "The Pink Panther"?), but Goldstone
handles it so badly visually that we are left with the distinct
impression that we're watching a stunt man doing a stunt; nothing else.
The performances are too broad, the characters are too many, the plot
is too indifferent to the structure of the movie, and - surprisingly -
the movie is too sweet. It has a kind of television sentimentality
about these colorful folks. A Mafia comedy somehow needs to deal with
the violence of the Mafia, maybe a hard-boiled approach is necessary,
and the blood should be met head-on the way "MASH" met it. I dunno.
Somehow, I want a comedy about the Mafia to leave me with something