Robert Redford’s 'The Company You Keep' isn't bad, but could've used some help from two guys named Sidney
Published: April 24, 2013
Where are the two Sidneys when you really need them? Either Sidney Pollack or Sidney Lumet could have easily injected Robert Redford's old-fashioned thriller with some much needed snap and suspense. It's not that The Company You Keep's mix of ’60s radicalism and crime drama isn't solid; in fact, it's the best thing Redford's directed in years. It's that those iconic directors knew how to wring out great performances and crackerjack pacing in their films. That's exactly what Pollack achieved with Three Days Of The Condor and Lumet delivered with Running On Empty, his 1988 radicals-on-the-run drama. Redford's approach to storytelling, however, is more pensive and sober, less urgent. Which is fine for a movie like Quiz Show or A River Runs Through It, but dampens the appeal of a fugitive chase flick.
Redford is Jim Grant, a mild-mannered lefty lawyer who's raising his 11-year-old daughter (America’s Got Talent's Jackie Evancho) after the death of his younger wife. Grant falls into the cross-hairs of Ben Shepard (Shia LaBeouf), an ambitious reporter, when a nearby woman, Sharon Solarz (Susan Sarandon), turns herself in for a bank robbery she committed in the 1970s as a member of the Weather Underground. At the time, the bank's guard was shot and killed. Shepard deducts that Grant is actually Nick Sloan, the supposed gunman. Once the FBI catches wind, Redford goes on the run, tapping into a network of former SDS radicals to help him along the way.
If this sounds like another excuse for one of Redford's moral lectures (The Conspirator, Lions For Lambs) you'd only be half right. Sure there's plenty of speechifying between the remorseful reunions and last-minute dodges, but unlike his last couple of films The Company You Keep is as interested in its story as it is in its politics. Screenwriter Lem Dobbs does a workman-like job in adapting Neil Gordon’s novel, peppering in enough smartly written quips and confrontations to obscure the fact that none of its characters have any depth.
Recognizing that those characters don't exactly pop off the page, Redford assembled an impressive bench of actors (Julie Christie, Chris Cooper, Sam Elliott, Richard Jenkins and Nick Nolte) to fill his rogues’ gallery of aging activists. But add in Stanley Tucci, Terence Howard, Anna Kendrick, Brendan Gleeson and Brit Marling as dramatic accessories, and the stunt casting begins to distract. Is Redford advancing the plot or demonstrating his ability to attract an A-list cast on a SAG minimum budget?
Redford further undermines the film's tension with his stoic, uncomplicated performance. He still has presence and gravitas, but as Jim Grant he lacks complexity or personality. Other than a baseline decency (and love for his daughter) it's hard to understand how who he was and who he has become represent any kind of evolution. LaBeouf, in contrast, tries just a little too hard, toeing the line between precocious and obnoxious.