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2 Days in the Valley
Reviewed by Edward Larsen Terkelsen

USA, R, 104 m, 1996
Directed by John Herzfeld. Stars Danny Aiello, Jeff Daniels, James Spader, at al.

 

In John Herzfeld's 2 Days in the Valley, Charlize Theron floods the role of a blonde Norwegian vamp named Helga with an ungoverned ardor that makes the screen smolder. When she first appears, you may find yourself doing a double take; her type of centerfold comeliness is seldom seen in the movies these days, and she gives 2 Days a mighty jolt every time she slinks into the frame. Helga is one of a dozen or so characters that make up Herzfeld's labyrinthine crime drama set in the San Fernando Valley of Los Angeles. Over the course of two days, seemingly divergent tales of assorted oddballs intersect in a fashion that recalls the works of Altman and Tarantino. It's a proficient piece of moviemaking, certainly never boring, but the ideas feel stale and there's no real zest to the images. Herzfeld's script toils assiduously to be hip, but it feels too self-conscious, and the material is thin. He's given Helga the ideal playmate, though: the peerlessly sleazy James Spader plays her fiancé, Lee, a hit man who likes to yank out a stopwatch and give his prey one minute to clear their consciences. He and his accomplice, Dosmo (Danny Aiello), creep into the bedroom of an Olympic skier (Teri Hatcher) and execute her ex-hubby (Peter Norton). Lee attempts to tie up loose ends by blowing up Dosmo (whom Lee contemptuously refers to as "Dumbo") with a car bomb, but Dosmo escapes and seeks refuge in the tacky estate of a cantankerous art dealer named Hopper (Greg Crutwell). Suffering from a recent bout with kidney stones, Hopper is being nursed back to health by his mousy secretary (Glenne Headly). The poor thing is berated and jeered at mercilessly by her boss, much to the chagrin of the smitten Dosmo. 

Meanwhile (and there are many of those in this movie), two vice cops, Wes (Eric Stoltz) and Alvin (Jeff Daniels), accidentally stumble upon the murder scene on their way back from staking out a massage parlor. Wes leaps at the opportunity to be working on a real case (he's fed up with busting hand-job maidens), but the by-the-book Alvin insists on turning it over to the homicide detectives, and he tells off Wes for his stupidity in compromising the integrity of the crime sight by moving a key piece of evidence. Alvin is suffering through a messy divorce (he lost custody of his son), and his wandering demeanor is beginning to kindle distress from the suits upstairs. With his wooly brush and long, unkempt do, Daniels manages to look a lot like Jesus, but he's conversely feral, and the contentious rapport he establishes with Stoltz is invariably diverting without falling into the pitfalls of functionality. I don't think Daniels has ever been as effective as he is here, but after a while, the director can't seem to find much use for him, and his story is aborted before it really gets started. 

Elsewhere in town, washed-up filmmaker Teddy Peppers (played by director Paul Mazursky to help give the part some resonance) is contemplating suicide, but he's mindful of finding a home for his pooch before doing himself in. At a cemetery, he hooks up with a nurse named Audrey (Marsha Mason), who agrees to take the dog and find it a new owner. Figuring she'll give the dog to her brother, she takes Teddy on a ride to the Valley to meet him. As it turns out, Audrey's brother is Greg, whom you may recall is being held at gunpoint by the ill-tempered Dosmo, and, as fate would have it, Dosmo has a paralyzing fear of canines. (This gag may have looked good on paper, but the spasms of apprehension Dosmo undergoes every time a doggie rears his shaggy head grows a bit monotonous.) As Dosmo, Aiello throws everything he's got into the role, and this is exactly why it's so dreadful. Mind, Aiello can stand with some of the screen's finer character actors, especially when he exhibits some restraint (as in Once Around), but often his choleric disposition and over-the-top outbursts cast a pall on some otherwise competently mounted scenes. And it seems like every time I see the guy, he's bellowing at the top of his lungs and waving some sort of deadly weapon around the set. Let's see, he swung a baseball bat at his pizzeria's disorderly patrons in Do the Right Thing, then shook a crutch at the customarily sinister orderlies in Jacob's Ladder, and finally batted a pool cue at his fellow business investors in Mistress. (This authenticates that Aiello is a rather insufficient and maddeningly redundant actor.) In 2 Days, he's got a big gun to wave around, and, unfortunately, there's also innumerable occasions for him to give his hefty tubes a workout. If only the director had followed suit and commanded Aiello to pipe down. 

February 25, 1997

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