By Roger Moore
McClatchy News Service
Unwieldy, overlong and overly reliant on melodramatic coincidences, “The Place Beyond the Pines” is still better than it has any right to be, thanks to its cast.
The director of “Blue Valentine,” Derek Cianfrance, has that film’s star, Ryan Gosling, do a motorcycle-bandit version of the character he played in “Drive” in an engrossing story of a carnival stunt cyclist who takes to robbing banks to support the infant son he didn’t know he had.
Where things turn cumbersome is when Cianfrance grafts on what happens after the bank robberies: the tale of the cop (Bradley Cooper) from a political family, who also has an infant son.
And it all wends its way toward an eye-rolling “sins of the father” generational mash-up that is well-acted but far-fetched and less interesting than the opening act.
Cianfrance has made a fine audition for a TV miniseries, but a frustratingly front-loaded movie.
Gosling, his insouciant pout wrapped around an omnipresent cigarette, is a study in tattoos, tattered inside-out T–shirts and carny-tough cool. He travels the land, riding motorcycles in a Sphere of Death stunt show, hurtling around a metal cage in concert with other dirt bikers.
He may have a woman in every town. But in Schenectady, N.Y., the short-shorts braless bombshell Romina (Eva Mendes) stuck in his memory. She drops by his show and wears a resigned, depressed “what might have been; what never will be” face when he offers to give her a ride home.
She knows what happened, and she knows there’s no future here. “Awesome Luke,” the daredevil, is too immature to deal with the blond boy he fathered last time through town.
Luke impulsively quits his job and makes plans for the baby and Romina that her life can’t accommodate. That’s when he falls into bank robbing.
And that’s where rookie cop Avery Cross (Cooper) enters the picture.
As Cross takes charge of the narrative, involving police corruption, political wheeling and dealing, a clever screenwriter might have said, “But that’s another story.” Cianfrance & Co. don’t, and they add yet a third narrative to the first two.
The motorcycle chases (sped up to make Gosling’s riding more stunt-worthy) are arresting. Gosling’s ability to play brilliant in one film, simple and naive in the next, is a modern marvel. He’s a mannered, fussy actor who puts bits of business into most every shot.
Mendes adds “walking wounded” to her repertoire and does well with it. And Cooper makes a nice, uncluttered contrast to Gosling’s fidgeting.
But “The Place Beyond the Pines” loses its momentum when the narrative shifts. The script contorts every time it changes narrators and grows less interesting with every coincidence and every passage of time.
Whatever is in that “Place Beyond the Pines,” Cianfrance has squandered our interest in it long before it arrives.