Mystic River

Evils of the past and the problems with vigilante justice

Released in 2003 and directed by Clint Eastwood, “Mystic River” tells the story of three men from a working class neighborhood in Boston. While playing in the street as kids, one of them is abducted and sexually abused for days. As adults they’ve drifted apart. Jimmy (Sean Penn) is a reformed con who runs a successful market when his daughter is suddenly murdered (Emmy Rossum). Sean (Kevin Bacon) investigates the murder with his partner, Whitey (Laurence Fishburne), with evidence eventually pointing toward Dave (Timothy Bottoms), the one who was abducted. Marcia Gay Harden plays Dave’s anxious spouse while Laura Linney plays Jimmy’s loyal wife.

This is similar in tone & theme to the melancholy “Sleepers” (1996), but less episodic and more dramatically gripping. The movie has the confidence to take its time and flesh-out the characters. It’s a psychological crime drama that works as both a whodunit and a tragedy. The intrinsic problems of vigilante justice are cogently illustrated.

Some people have misinterpreted the movie because they missed some things. For instance, they criticize the curious Lady Macbeth-like monologue of Annabeth (Linney) at the end. But watch the movie again, pay close attention, and the answers are there. I’d say more, but I don’t want to give anything away (you’re welcome to write me if you’d like some insights).

“Mystic River” is not something that can be casually watched; it’s a deep drama with three-dimensional characters, potently exploring several intriguing issues: How abuses of the past affect the present; the danger of hiding recesses of your psyche; the folly of not getting spiritual help for deep-rooted psychological concerns; disloyalty/loyalty; doing the wrong thing for the right reasons; jumping to wrong conclusions based on dubious info; houses divided cannot stand; the importance of encouraging one’s spouse for the sake of familial health & survival; “...

Mystic River continuously outflows its poignant crime investigation through a meticulously gritty screenplay. The past haunts us. Experiences and encounters, grossly susceptible and an impressionably young age, returning viciously with psychological detriments. A naive boy that just didn’t know any better. Abducted. An unresolved mystery that manifested itself into an intricately societal Massachusetts neighbourhood, where one disturbance can erupt into a multitude of hatred from the cold concrete beneath them.

A father’s daughter mercilessly murdered in the streets that he, and his two ex-friends, played hockey in. Anguish. Guilt. Vengeance. His childhood pals, one assigned the task of searching for the killer and the other forced into battling his own justifications for not murdering her, sending their condolences to the grieving father. Yet, Mystic River refuses to tell a simple crime drama. Eastwood, with his insatiably concise attention to the screenplay, elevated the mystery by providing an illustration of emotive complexity. One that many inflict upon themselves. Torment. These three individuals, with one visibly undergoing traumatic bewilderment, exhume indications of self-torment.

Mystic River does not flow water. The elaborate dialogue is too viscous for the aqueous substance. Rather, it flows blood. Bacon’s detective role combating his duties as a justice seeker, that with the liabilities of adolescent friendship. Determining the fate of neighbours within his hands. Robbins’ psychologically damaged husband role, fabricating stories to protect his moral high ground. And Penn’s award-winning performance as the father, embroiled in a plethora of intense emotions that express the full journey of bereavement. As separate souls, these three give life to Helgeland’s script that, whilst frequently becomes overwrought with unnecessary conversations that repeat earlier information, undeniably captivates with its foundational strength in investigation building...

Excellent!

I'm not fully sold on the ending, though it isn't anything less than good either way, but the rest of 'Mystic River' is quality. The cast are superb, whether that be the main trio of Sean Penn, Tim Robbins and Kevin Bacon or the supporting Laurence Fishburne and Marcia Gay Harden. Bacon and Fishburne make for a terrific buddy cop duo, miles better than director Clint Eastwood's attempt with Charlie Sheen in the former's 1990 release 'The Rookie'.

The conclusion does I guess go in line with what precedes it, particularly with Robbins' character, but I'm not fully convinced by who is eventually unveiled as you know what. That's not to say it's a bad end, as noted at the top, as it's still entertaining no matter what.

Clint Eastwood has assembled a really strong cast here for this daring look at just how taboos are dealt with, even now, in 21st century Boston. We begin with three lads messing about with some freshly laid concrete before a police car arrives and forces "Dave" to get in the back. Nobody hears from him for four days and thereafter he is completely silent about what went on and we advance into their adulthood. "Dave" (Tim Robbins) is married to "Celeste" (Marcia Gay Harden); "Sean" (Kevin Bacon) is a cop and "Jimmy" (Sean Penn) runs a store with wife "Annabeth" (Laura Linney). They don't have much to do with each other any more, but that's about to change when "Katie" - the teenage daughter of "Jimmy" is found slain. "Sean" is the lead detective on the case with his partner - the curiously named "Whitey" (Laurence Fishburne), and are quickly on the case. Unhappy with the pace of things, ex-con "Jimmy" asks a couple of his less scrupulous friends to look into just what happened. What adds to the confusion is that on the very night of her death, "Dave" returned home with a bad cut on his hand. He claims to have been mugged, but as this clearly troubled man becomes the subject of the investigation - official and unofficial, his story starts to wobble a bit, his wife begins to doubt the voracity of his story and the race is on for "Sean" to find the culprit before the bereft dad takes matters into his own hands. On the whodunnit front, there are red herrings galore to keep us guessing and at times I felt that Eastwood was deliberately misleading us with conflicting stories to keep the tension high but not at the expense of the humanity of these three men and the two wives. It's there that this film stands out with both Penn and Robbins at the top of their games and with the slightly ruthless Linney also presenting a character that appears sparingly, but potently. At times I thought there were annoying bits of the plot missing, but as the threads all knit together it rath...