Between Fifth and Sixth Avenues in Midtown Manhattan, pullulating with hawkers and dealers and prospective patrons, the Diamond District is a prominent interchange of the global diamond industry and an economic mecca for those intending to buy diamonds, jewelry, or various trinkets containing the same. As a bastion of brick-and-mortar enterprise in an era dominated by both the internet and pristine commercial shopping centers, it is the streetwise economic sibling of New York counterparts such as the Financial District, and its grungy gusto has long since continued to hold favor.<\/p>\n
Mingling with hawkers, dealers, bookmakers, and the cacophony of urban chaos, parting this madness as a diamond dealer with an accent as recognizable as it is local, Howard Ratner is the loudmouthed protagonist of the latest feature from Benny and Josh Safdie, Uncut Gems<\/em>. This propulsive entertainment is nerve-racking and immersive, deftly using documentary realism and a relentless soundscape provided by Daniel Lopatin in order to engulf the viewer with menace and convey the lowlife welter pursuing Howard through the hills and valleys of his gambling addiction.<\/p>\n An addict as protagonist, Howard is a lowly, amoral character, lost in the night alleys and shadows of hedonism and cruelty; but if cinematic history has revealed anything about its countless protagonists, it is that heedless and amoral characters can be fascinating. And Howard as a character is fascinating, enduring his merciless soundscape and weathering an addiction that always misleads him, allowing the viewer to experience vicariously his volatile decisions. This experience is undeniably that of addiction at one remove. But the fascination of the film remains that of its protagonist, while the other characters as well as the story are in many ways inadequate and dissatisfying.<\/p>\n Although Uncut Gems<\/em> features the notable performance of Adam Sandler and compels attention with overlapping sound and documentary realism, propelling a story of relentless pressure and anxiety, it never becomes more than what it is; relying on stereotypes and behavioral bluster, as well as an aleatory cosmic vision bookending the story, it is deflating and unconvincing rather than revelatory, a nerve-racking and propulsive film that makes compelling entertainment but insipid art.<\/p>\n After sweeping through a kaleidoscope of graphic matching, moving from a pell-mell African mine to a diamond\u2014the \u201cuncut gem\u201d titling the film\u2014to the colon of the protagonist, the film introduces Howard\u2019s chintzy milieu: the blocks of 47th<\/sup> Street in the Diamond District, the nearby apartment where he keeps his mistress, and the suburban home of his neglected children and wife.<\/p>\n But the centerpiece setting of the dramatic action is the jewelry shop. It is a gaudy repository of watches and diamonds, jewelry and trinkets, consisting of glass display cases and bullet-proof windows surrounding a double door and vestibule accessible only by a buzzer. The welter of intensity surges in the shop as Demany, assertive and churlish, scouting customers for Howard\u2019s business, brings in a towering and opulent Kevin Garnett, still playing for the Boston Celtics in 2012. Having received the majestic African opal, Howard spends some time ogling over what he has acquired, exhibiting the possessiveness of a latter-day Gollum.<\/p>\n As a passionate basketball fan, Howard shows this alluring curiosity to Kevin as an encouragement of his patronage, and of his friendship\u2014for Howard is never above serenading to get what he wants. But Kevin, inspecting it with a loupe, becomes immediately possessive of the opal, shattering the display case on which he has been leaning. The jumpy sonic thrill of the shattering exemplifies the film\u2019s soundscape, which converts ordinary events and minute accidents into pulsating, portentous moments building up to what looks like a looming cataclysm, a deadly cosmic disaster.<\/p>\n The psychological mainspring of this malign misfortune is the gambling addiction around which Howard has built his business and his lifestyle. Because Howard runs a jewelry business with all its legitimate trappings, his extraneous interests and discursive gambling are at first benign, a passionate distraction; but the story quickly reveals that this is not passion, but addiction. Howard is not a jeweler but a gambler financing his addiction with jewelry. The story proceeds following from this premise, revealing his predictable actions and explaining those portentous moments that the music and the soundscape emphasize.<\/p>\n Howard has bought the African opal intending to auction it for a profit, but gives it to Kevin\u2014in itself a gamble\u2014hoping to parlay Kevin\u2019s interest into further business; and this moment of inspection and exchange catalyzes a spiraling of desperation entailing the method (that of a gambler) of one step forward, two steps back. Howard\u2019s trajectory is pitiful and pathetic and masks its own nature: his future, and any possibility of his triumphing over addiction, are illusory. Like the African diamond mines replete with riches, Howard\u2019s life exists in a darkness that is subterranean. The story chronicles his futile efforts to reach the sunlight.<\/p>\n These efforts are impressive, attesting to the tireless performance of Adam Sandler. His bluster and braggadocio make him unlikable as a schmoozing and narcissistic addict; but he is entertaining and sometimes pitiable\u2014making bets, chasing the opal, tracking down Kevin, bargaining with his creditors like a fractious child. But outside this amusing whirlwind, the portentous soundscape, and the documentary realism whose cutting and rhythm perfectly suit the story, Uncut Gems<\/em> is less compelling.<\/p>\n The secondary characters, lacking the brio and showmanship of Howard, are diluted stereotypes: the film briefly touches on the quasi-mystical ancestral juju exuded by the opal that entrances Kevin, but it constitutes only a plot device; Dinah Ratner and the family are peripheral and unexplored, and in the scenes in which she appears, Dinah is merely contemptuous, embittered, and uninteresting; Julia exhibits more complexity than other secondary characters, growing in action and prowess\u2014but remaining minor and unsurprising.<\/p>\n The heavies hired by the disgruntled Arno, the brother-in-law of Howard, are cruel and ruthless, and they do the dirty work, their interest being money. This of course is what motivates these characters and compels them to parasitism and cupidity; for money is the lifeblood of Howard\u2019s milieu, the primary attractant of these flies fluttering over a carcass; but while these are characters whose motives stem from challenges that Howard has created, you often regard them with mild condescension and admire the heedless mettle with which Howard asserts himself. If they are going to burn in the afterlife, then Howard should be atop the heap.<\/p>\n Although Uncut Gems<\/em> succeeds as an entertainment, it has other problems than those of its secondary characters. Its opening and closing sequences try to anchor the context to a grand cosmic vision, of which Howard\u2019s life is a parable; but by trying to deepen the meaning of Howard\u2019s life, the vision falsifies it, depriving it of the authentic shallowness underpinning the story. This shallowness is that of nihilism\u2014befitting Howard\u2019s gambling existence\u2014and his fate owes as much to willfulness as to random and meaningless misfortune. The vision bookending the film is hollow because it attempts to deepen its nihilism with cosmic breadth and glib profundity, without fortifying and deepening Howard as a character.<\/p>\n Displaying a feverish and relentless desperation, Howard lacks the complexity encouraging emotional investment, and the sequences bookending the film confirm this: Howard is a cosmic pawn, human roadkill, and his story exists as a curiosity satisfying what is voyeuristic and vicarious in the average filmgoer. But in spite of the compelling and immersive realism, the propulsive soundscape, and the nerve-wracking entertainment, the treatment of Howard is that of a curious specimen, and nothing more.<\/p>\n This sonic whirligig of greed, gambling, and nihilism is compelling, entrancing the emotions as they are dragged through the vicious mire of 47th<\/sup> Street. It is unfortunate that Uncut Gems<\/em>, glorious and grating, underperforms while overfilling with all that is jittery and intoxicating. Like delicious dessert, it can be irresistible and malnourishing.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Between Fifth and Sixth Avenues in Midtown Manhattan, pullulating with hawkers and dealers and prospective patrons, the Diamond District is a prominent interchange of the global diamond industry and an economic mecca for those intending to buy diamonds, jewelry, or various trinkets containing the same. As a bastion of brick-and-mortar enterprise in an era dominated by both the internet and pristine commercial shopping centers, it is the streetwise economic sibling of New York counterparts such as the Financial District, and its grungy gusto has long since continued to hold favor. Mingling with hawkers, dealers, bookmakers, and the cacophony of urban chaos, parting this madness as a diamond dealer with an accent as recognizable as it is local, Howard Ratner is the loudmouthed protagonist of the latest feature from Benny and Josh Safdie, Uncut Gems. This propulsive entertainment is nerve-racking and immersive, deftly using documentary realism and a relentless soundscape provided by Daniel Lopatin in order to engulf the viewer with menace and convey the lowlife welter pursuing Howard through the hills and valleys of his gambling addiction. An addict as protagonist, Howard is a lowly, amoral character, lost in the night alleys and shadows of hedonism and cruelty; but if cinematic history has revealed anything about its countless protagonists, it is that heedless and amoral characters can be fascinating. And Howard as a character is fascinating, enduring his merciless soundscape and weathering an addiction that always misleads him, allowing the viewer to experience vicariously his volatile decisions. This experience is undeniably that of addiction at one remove. But the fascination of the film remains that of its protagonist, while the other characters as well as the story are in many ways inadequate and dissatisfying. Although Uncut Gems features the notable performance of Adam Sandler and compels attention with overlapping sound and documentary realism, propelling a story of relentless pressure and anxiety, it never becomes more than what it is; relying on stereotypes and behavioral bluster, as well as an aleatory cosmic vision bookending the story, it is deflating and unconvincing rather than revelatory, a nerve-racking and propulsive film that makes compelling entertainment but insipid art. After sweeping through a kaleidoscope of graphic matching, moving from a pell-mell African mine to a diamond\u2014the \u201cuncut gem\u201d titling the film\u2014to the colon of the protagonist, the film introduces Howard\u2019s chintzy milieu: the blocks of 47th Street in the Diamond District, the nearby apartment where he keeps his mistress, and the suburban home of his neglected children and wife. But the centerpiece setting of the dramatic action is the jewelry shop. It is a gaudy repository of watches and diamonds, jewelry and trinkets, consisting of glass display cases and bullet-proof windows surrounding a double door and vestibule accessible only by a buzzer. The welter of intensity surges in the shop as Demany, assertive and churlish, scouting customers for Howard\u2019s business, brings in a towering and opulent Kevin Garnett, still playing for the Boston Celtics in 2012. Having received the majestic African opal, Howard spends some time ogling over what he has acquired, exhibiting the possessiveness of a latter-day Gollum. As a passionate basketball fan, Howard shows this alluring curiosity to Kevin as an encouragement of his patronage, and of his friendship\u2014for Howard is never above serenading to get what he wants. But Kevin, inspecting it with a loupe, becomes immediately possessive of the opal, shattering the display case on which he has been leaning. The jumpy sonic thrill of the shattering exemplifies the film\u2019s soundscape, which converts ordinary events and minute accidents into pulsating, portentous moments building up to what looks like a looming cataclysm, a deadly cosmic disaster. The psychological mainspring of this malign misfortune is the gambling addiction around which Howard has built his business and his lifestyle. Because Howard runs a jewelry business with all its legitimate trappings, his extraneous interests and discursive gambling are at first benign, a passionate distraction; but the story quickly reveals that this is not passion, but addiction. Howard is not a jeweler but a gambler financing his addiction with jewelry. The story proceeds following from this premise, revealing his predictable actions and explaining those portentous moments that the music and the soundscape emphasize. Howard has bought the African opal intending to auction it for a profit, but gives it to Kevin\u2014in itself a gamble\u2014hoping to parlay Kevin\u2019s interest into further business; and this moment of inspection and exchange catalyzes a spiraling of desperation entailing the method (that of a gambler) of one step forward, two steps back. Howard\u2019s trajectory is pitiful and pathetic and masks its own nature: his future, and any possibility of his triumphing over addiction, are illusory. Like the African diamond mines replete with riches, Howard\u2019s life exists in a darkness that is subterranean. The story chronicles his futile efforts to reach the sunlight. These efforts are impressive, attesting to the tireless performance of Adam Sandler. His bluster and braggadocio make him unlikable as a schmoozing and narcissistic addict; but he is entertaining and sometimes pitiable\u2014making bets, chasing the opal, tracking down Kevin, bargaining with his creditors like a fractious child. But outside this amusing whirlwind, the portentous soundscape, and the documentary realism whose cutting and rhythm perfectly suit the story, Uncut Gems is less compelling. The secondary characters, lacking the brio and showmanship of Howard, are diluted stereotypes: the film briefly touches on the quasi-mystical ancestral juju exuded by the opal that entrances Kevin, but it constitutes only a plot device; Dinah Ratner and the family are peripheral and unexplored, and in the scenes in which she appears, Dinah is merely contemptuous, embittered, and uninteresting; Julia exhibits more complexity than other secondary characters, growing in action and prowess\u2014but remaining minor and unsurprising. The heavies hired by the disgruntled Arno, the brother-in-law of Howard, are cruel and ruthless, and they do the dirty work, their interest being money. This of course is what motivates these characters and compels them to parasitism and cupidity; for money is the lifeblood of Howard\u2019s milieu, the primary attractant of these flies fluttering over a carcass; but while these are characters whose motives stem from challenges that Howard has created, you often regard them with mild condescension and admire the heedless mettle with which Howard asserts himself. If they are going to burn in the afterlife, then Howard should be atop the heap. Although Uncut Gems succeeds as an entertainment, it has other problems than those of its secondary characters. Its opening and closing sequences try to anchor the context to a grand cosmic vision, of which Howard\u2019s life is a parable; but by trying to deepen the meaning of Howard\u2019s life, the vision falsifies it, depriving it of the authentic shallowness underpinning the story. This shallowness is that of nihilism\u2014befitting Howard\u2019s gambling existence\u2014and his fate owes as much to willfulness as to random and meaningless misfortune. The vision bookending the film is hollow because it attempts to deepen its nihilism with cosmic breadth and glib profundity, without fortifying and deepening Howard as a character. Displaying a feverish and relentless desperation, Howard lacks the complexity encouraging emotional investment, and the sequences bookending the film confirm this: Howard is a cosmic pawn, human roadkill, and his story exists as a curiosity satisfying what is voyeuristic and vicarious in the average filmgoer. But in spite of the compelling and immersive realism, the propulsive soundscape, and the nerve-wracking entertainment, the treatment of Howard is that of a curious specimen, and nothing more. This sonic whirligig of greed, gambling, and nihilism is compelling, entrancing the emotions as they are dragged through the vicious mire of 47th Street. It is unfortunate that Uncut Gems, glorious and grating, underperforms while overfilling with all that is jittery and intoxicating. Like delicious dessert, it can be irresistible and malnourishing. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[134],"tags":[277,276,275],"class_list":["post-1967","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-movies","tag-gems","tag-safdie","tag-sandler"],"yoast_head":"\n