
The biggest crime of them all is to just waste away your life. I
guess that's the message that lays at the core of
"Henry's
Crime", a mixed bag of a comedy, starring Keanu Reeves,
James Caan and Vera Farmiga. Director Malcolm Venville, an
independent filmmaker, aims for a meaningful and ponderous piece of
cinema, but ends up with an uneven (and uneasy) blend of comedy and
heist movie.
Henry (Reeves) is a night shift toll collector. Not exactly a dream
job. We see him carry his own weight around like a zombie, drifting
absently through the day. He seems disconnected from everything
around him. You could say he lacks a clear goal in life. He has a
girlfriend, but he stares right through her. Their relationship seems
close enough to a breaking point. One day a friend asks Henry to join
him at a baseball game. Driving there, they stop at a bank. His
friend robs the bank, but Henry takes the fall. He even goes to jail,
because he won't name names. There, he meets Max (Caan), a con man
who so much enjoys his time behind bars that he's intentionally
failing his parole hearings. He too has no purpose in life. The two
befriend, but Henry is released after a year.

Henry returns to the bank he never actually robbed and gets run over
by a hot-headed actress, Julie (Farmiga), who is currently involved
in the production of
"The Cherry Orchard" by
Chekhov. A romance sparks later on. Before that, however, Henry
discovers an old tunnel, dating back to the days of the prohibition,
connecting the backstage area of Julie's theater to the bank's vault.
An idea blooms in Henry's passive mind. Why not rob the bank for real
? But, he needs help, so, he convinces Max to actually pass his
parole hearing and join him in the heist. Using Julie, they enlist
Henry as an actor in the play, gaining access to the theater's
dressing rooms from where they can enter the tunnel and dig their way
to the vault.
It sounds like the perfect set-up for a hilarious comedy, or a
thrilling heist movie, or both. But it's not. In reality, the movie
is an exploration of Henry's transformation, of a man hopelessly lost
who finds his purpose through love and learns to really open his
eyes. Even though the execution might seem unconventional, it's
really the opposite. The plot follows familiar routines, but never
really commits to a single genre, which makes the movie feel like an
offroad experience. Keanu Reeves acts like he always does, flat and
dull, but here there's a good reason for it. Caan and Farmiga on the
other hand are a real delight, easily enhancing the whole experience.
Peter Stormare as the impassioned russian theater director crafts a
superbly caustic performance.
Nothing else, except the acting, can be added to the highlights
column for this movie. Much like the protagonist, the movie is
sleepwalking through its plot. Not much excitement can be found in
the planning and execution of the heist, because this is not a heist
movie. Then there are the moments of comedy, which you can feel are
there, but it's like the director refuses to use them properly,
prefering instead to toy with the abstract. The romance sort of
works, but it's hard to really care about these characters. At times
it feels like they're not actually inhabiting our reality. And since
we can't fully understand the character's motivations, the movie
never quite works. But, in the end, it's an acceptable independent
flick that gets enough things right to warrant a single viewing.