The language of the
film is genuinely intriguing, as it captures wonderfully wry British
slang. Cheeky sod, 12-inch mutton dagger, a bit of bother, usual
skullduggery and things turning a-custard are but a few of the verbal
jousts that occur between the main characters. Devoid of euphuisms,
these apparently authentic words make the dialogue a particularly
potent piece of the puzzle.
The entire subplot about Michael X and his blackmailing of the
British government is useful in its supposed tie to facts, but
as filmed scenes in the movie, they are hardly necessary. Photographs
of a princess caught in the act of promiscuity are at the root
of the blackmail plot, which then goes on to include further damaging
materials from Sonia Bern’s brothel, also of factual importance,
but equally unnecessary in the film. Michael X’s involvement
could have been entailed in a briefing by the 506 crew, who spill
out the usual generic explanations of villains, and even Bern’s
entanglement could have been narrated through the details of the
photos. While most of these moments have their entertainment value,
essentially they serve to drag out the film’s running time.
They say truth is stranger than fiction, and The Bank Job definitely
falls into that category. Pimps, thieves, spies, and government
officials all collide in a robbery gone right and then terribly
wrong, lending the inquisitive to ponder over how much (or little)
is fabricated in this thriller. The robbery itself is merely the
setup to an intricate conclusion, even though the film takes time
to create plenty of suspense throughout the not-so-carefully planned
heist. Though the people making demands continually change, our
attention is always seated with Jason Statham’s unusually
intense performance. When the credits roll and the explanation
that “the names have been changed to protect the guilty”
flashes onscreen, we realize what a delightfully flourished yet
entertaining tale of “doing the wrong thing” The Bank
Job really is.
- The Massie Twins