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By JONATHAN FOREMAN
GRADE: 3.5 out of 4
'TRAFFIC" is a triumph on almost every level. It is breathtakingly
stylish, wonderfully acted and its three interrelated tales of the
"war" on drugs are brilliantly structured to form a cohesive,
powerful whole.
Perhaps most impressive of all is the bracingly honest way director
Steven Soderbergh presents the drug war in all its vastness (the
corruption of whole governments) and at its most intimate (the destruction
of an individual family), and depicts the struggle as depressingly
futile, but at the same time desperately necessary.
"Traffic" is based on a successful British miniseries
of the 1980s, but Soderbergh and screenwriter Steven Gaghan have
shifted the action from the Pakistan-to-England heroin route to
the Mexico-U.S.A. cocaine trade via California.
First you meet two Mexican cops in Tijuana, Javier (Benicio del
Toro) and Manolo (Jacob Vargas), as they intercept a coke delivery,
then are themselves intercepted by a Mexican army unit led by the
sinister General Salazar (Tomas Milan). Soon Javier and Manolo are
caught up in a terrifying web of temptation, corruption and cruelty.
Then you're introduced to Ohio Judge Robert Wakefield (Michael
Douglas), the conservative about to be appointed the nation's drug
czar, who doesn't yet know his clever, pretty teenage daughter (excellent
Erika Christensen) is running with a druggy, preppy crowd.
You also meet two determined San Diego DEA agents, Montel (Don
Cheadle) and Ray Castro (Luis Guzman) who are working on a sting
operation designed to bring down local drug baron Carlos Ayala (Steven
Bauer).
The sting results in the arrests of San Diego dealer Eduardo Ruiz
(Miguel Ferrer) and Ayala, much to the shock of his pregnant European
wife, Helena (Catherine Zeta-Jones), who always assumed her husband
was a legitimate businessman.
All the story lines converge as Helena, upon the advice of her
husband's sleazy attorney (Dennis Quaid), acts quickly and ruthlessly
to save her husband from conviction.
Del Toro steals the film as Javier, conveying a world of frustration
and fear with his eyes alone. And the great Cheadle, whose movie
career took off with "Boogie Nights," shows once again
why he is one of our finest younger actors.
One of the many extraordinary things about "Traffic"
is the cast: The movie is reminiscent of those giant war movies
"A Bridge Too Far" and "The Longest Day," in
which one famous actor after another pops up in small roles.
Soderbergh has clearly become one of those filmmakers everyone
wants to work with, like Woody Allen and Robert Altman.
James Brolin is the U.S. general who is Wakefield's cynical, frustrated
predecessor, and Albert Finney is the president's chief of staff.
That sharp mob lawyer is Peter Riegert, the gangster's moll in
Mexico City is Salma Hayek and an almost unrecognizable (and unprecedentedly
good) Benjamin Bratt is the shadowy Tijuana cartel boss.
In the Washington scenes, there are cameos by Senators Orrin Hatch
and Barbara Boxer, playing themselves.
In a visual flourish reminiscent of David O. Russell's "Three
Kings," the Mexican scenes are all shot in bleached-out yellow
tones; the Washington ones, in cold, blue ones; and the sequences
involving the DEA agents, in bright colors. Soderbergh was his own
director of photography on the picture.
In a daring gambit that adds to "Traffic's" authentic
feel, all the Mexican scenes are played in Spanish with English
subtitles.
The cleverly structured screenplay is by Stephen Gaghan, previously
responsible for the unimpressive script of "Rules of Engagement."
But several scenes have that sharp, witty, unmistakably Soderberghian
touch, especially those that deal with dysfunctional relationships
like the one between the Douglas character and his lawyer wife (Amy
Irving).
The film's two weaknesses are its excessive length and its artificially
sentimental conclusion, a jarring surprise after so much uncompromising
truth-telling.
Nevertheless, "Traffic" is never less than entertaining,
and clearly ranks among the year's most accomplished movies
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