BROOKLYN RULES
The 2006 drama Brooklyn Rules is rich with good intentions but suffers due to lackluster direction, some questionable casting, and a story that liberally borrows from too many other movies, primarily Goodfellas.
It is Brooklyn 1985 where we meet three childhood friends, Michael, Carmine, and Bobby who witness a wiseguy brutally assaulting someone in broad daylight, an event that frightens Michael and Bobby but fascinates Carmine. Later, while walking along a beach, the boys encounter a body in a car with a bullet hole in the skull and each decide to take a souvenir from the scene...Carmine takes the guy's cigarettes and lighter, Bobby takes a puppy he finds in the backseat and Michael takes a gun he found in the glove compartment.
The story then flashes forward to our trio as adults: Michael (Freddie Prinze Jr.) is in college and working part time in a butcher shop; Bobby is looking for a job and struggling to keep his marriage-minded girlfriend in check and Carmine has developed a friendship with the wiseguy (Alec Baldwin) who he saw beat the crap out of someone when he was a kid. We then watch Bobby and Michael try to warn Carmine about his involvement with the wiseguy, but Carmine just gets in deeper, getting his two childhood buddies caught in different kinds of crossfire.
Director Michael Corrente attempts to bring some semblance of originality to Terence Winters' practically plagiarized screenplay, borrowing elements from just about any mob movie you can think of, especially Goodfellas, including a cliche-ridden narration done by Freddie Prinze Jr. that almost sounds like it was written for a comedy, though there is nothing really funny here and attempts to inject levity into this depressing and violent story were an epic fail.
Freddie Prinze Jr., who I thought had fallen off the face of the earth, could have stayed wherever he was because his attempt at playing a reformed Brooklyn bad boy fails to convince, no matter how many times he says "dese" and "dose". Scott Caan looks great in a wife beater but is equally unimpressive as the wiseguy wannabe and Jerry Ferrera, who looks like he was just at the beginning of his magical weight loss, just seems to be phoning it in. Alec Baldwin goes the Robert De Niro route as the head wise guy but I just never bought him as this mob kingpin. Mena Suvari is wasted as a potential love interest for Prinze Jr. as well. I'm trying to think of something that really worked here, but I'm drawing a blank. If you're a fan of Baldwin, it might be worth a look, but I don't think so. Even the title displays a lack of imagination.
The 2006 drama Brooklyn Rules is rich with good intentions but suffers due to lackluster direction, some questionable casting, and a story that liberally borrows from too many other movies, primarily Goodfellas.
It is Brooklyn 1985 where we meet three childhood friends, Michael, Carmine, and Bobby who witness a wiseguy brutally assaulting someone in broad daylight, an event that frightens Michael and Bobby but fascinates Carmine. Later, while walking along a beach, the boys encounter a body in a car with a bullet hole in the skull and each decide to take a souvenir from the scene...Carmine takes the guy's cigarettes and lighter, Bobby takes a puppy he finds in the backseat and Michael takes a gun he found in the glove compartment.
The story then flashes forward to our trio as adults: Michael (Freddie Prinze Jr.) is in college and working part time in a butcher shop; Bobby is looking for a job and struggling to keep his marriage-minded girlfriend in check and Carmine has developed a friendship with the wiseguy (Alec Baldwin) who he saw beat the crap out of someone when he was a kid. We then watch Bobby and Michael try to warn Carmine about his involvement with the wiseguy, but Carmine just gets in deeper, getting his two childhood buddies caught in different kinds of crossfire.
Director Michael Corrente attempts to bring some semblance of originality to Terence Winters' practically plagiarized screenplay, borrowing elements from just about any mob movie you can think of, especially Goodfellas, including a cliche-ridden narration done by Freddie Prinze Jr. that almost sounds like it was written for a comedy, though there is nothing really funny here and attempts to inject levity into this depressing and violent story were an epic fail.
Freddie Prinze Jr., who I thought had fallen off the face of the earth, could have stayed wherever he was because his attempt at playing a reformed Brooklyn bad boy fails to convince, no matter how many times he says "dese" and "dose". Scott Caan looks great in a wife beater but is equally unimpressive as the wiseguy wannabe and Jerry Ferrera, who looks like he was just at the beginning of his magical weight loss, just seems to be phoning it in. Alec Baldwin goes the Robert De Niro route as the head wise guy but I just never bought him as this mob kingpin. Mena Suvari is wasted as a potential love interest for Prinze Jr. as well. I'm trying to think of something that really worked here, but I'm drawing a blank. If you're a fan of Baldwin, it might be worth a look, but I don't think so. Even the title displays a lack of imagination.
Last edited by Gideon58; 12-22-17 at 11:51 AM.