Crossing
Over is a left-wing polemic on the alleged emotional
savagery of United States Immigration Customs Enforcement
efforts to deport illegal aliens. The film’s sheer inaccuracy
and skewed depiction of ICE officers and officials is enough to
make it one of the worst of the year, but writer/director Wayne
Kramer and the cast also ensure that it’s manipulatively made
and terribly acted. Crossing Over ends up such an
unintentionally funny riot that even the direst bleeding-heart
liberals will see it for the piece of hackwork it is.
The movie’s
complete failure is something of a surprise coming from Kramer,
whose The Cooler and Running Scared were deft,
high-adrenaline entertainments. The first apparent problem in
Crossing Over is that Kramer made no compensation for the
different tone of the material. Kramer’s previous two features
were largely about their stylistic over-kill and dark
comic relief. The filmmaker has essentially employed the same
techniques here, only they don’t work at all when he expects us
to take them seriously.
Kramer
clearly conceived the picture in the vein of Crash, using
intersecting Los Angeles lives for his storytelling palette. The
viewer first meets Max Brogan (Harrison Ford), apparently the
only ICE officer in the city with a heart. Max chokes up on a
raid when forced to take undocumented worker Mireya Sanchez
(Alex Braga) into custody despite her pleas that she has a young
son with no one to look after him. Max’s partner, Hamid Baraheri
(Cliff Curtis), has his own ties to immigrant life: his Persian
family are about to become naturalized despite secret violent
intentions. (Rest assured: these have nothing to do with
terrorism because, after all, it would be racist of us to assume
a connection between Muslim violence and terrorism.)
Also in the
mix is Claire (Alice Eve), an Australian actress trying to
become a citizen so she can audition. She gets in a freak car
accident with immigrations processor Cole (Ray Liotta), to whom
she blurts out her life story in an emotional moment, providing
him the perfect blackmail leverage to make her his sex slave.
Meanwhile, Claire’s musician boyfriend (Jim Sturgess) tries to
get himself a green-card essentially by pretending he’s Jewish
(yeah, you read that right) and Cole’s wife Denise (Ashley Judd)
works as an immigrations attorney defending Taslima Jahangir
(Summer Bishil), a 15-year-old illegal who pops onto FBI radar
after her school principal reports a class-speech she gave
humanizing the 9/11 hijackers. In order to cover every race, a
story-thread about Asian gangs is also haphazardly inserted into
the plot.
Not one
thread in Crossing Over seems even remotely credible.
Harrison Ford turns Max into such a melodramatic softie that
he’s completely unbelievable, as are his fellow ICE agents, who
are depicted as ignoble nutcases who just want to inflict harm
on illegals. The movie’s degradation of the profession reminded
me of In the Valley of Elah’s despicable portrayal of
American soldiers. Then again, these characters are probably
depicted more credibly than Cole, who is comes off hysterically
due to Ray Liotta’s unintentionally hammy acting, especially
during the sex scenes with Claire (“Get down on all fours,
now!”). By comparison, a contrived scene in which the Jim
Sturgess character fakes his way through a Hebrew song in front
of a Rabbi and an employment officer in a job interview seems
forgivably lackadaisical; unlike the rest of the characters, he
is at least kind of charming in his stupidity.
The segment
with Hamid’s family feels undercooked and very confusing, which
makes sense given that it was chopped up and glued back together
in post-production. After complaints from Iranian groups on the
inclusion of a certain violent plot-point, the studio agreed to
make some cuts. (Although given the plot-point itself remains, I
would be interested to know if they’re still angry.) This same
issue led Sean Penn, who initially appeared in the story-thread,
to demand he be edited out of the film. Controversy aside, Penn
did the right thing to save his resume from a blemish of this
magnitude.
All of the
above aside, the worst scenes are those with Taslima, who Kramer
constantly tries to humanize as a young girl undeserving of
deportation. The viewer is supposed to sympathize with her
because, after all, she was only exercising the
distinctly American value of free speech in saying the U.S.
should consider the motives of the 9/11 terrorists! This feels
like a patent insult to audiences. Why should we have any
sympathy for a girl who is in the U.S. illegally and spouts the
kind of nonsense that all Americans should condemn? Kramer’s use
of long-takes and manipulative music in the arduous scenes in
which Jasira’s family make decisions on what to do about her
impending deportation represent liberal guilt-tripping in its
crudest form. The movie could’ve instead examined the one
interesting angle of Jasira’s story: that she was brought to the
United States at three years old, not choosing to do anything
illegal on her own. How that dilemma relates to
immigration-policy is a fascinating issue; unfortunately, it
does nothing to advance Kramer’s emotionalizing so he allots it
only a few glib seconds.
For all its
narrative complicatedness, Crossing Over really only has
one point to make: illegal immigrants are people, just like
American citizens. This has long been the party-line fostered by
liberals, but I have never been able to understand why it’s
relevant to debate on the issue. Every one of the illegal aliens
in Crossing Over, however sympathetic, deserves to be
deported. Filmmaker Kramer doesn’t want to accept this and takes
huge narrative liberties to compensate. Beyond all of his
artistic faults, Kramer’s greatest sin in Crossing Over
is that he embellishes and distorts the policies and people
involved in the story as much as he needs to support his
unfounded argument.
-Danny Baldwin,
Bucket Reviews
Review Published
on: 3.2.2009
Screened on:
2.28.2009 at the Laemmle Playhouse 7 in Pasadena, CA.
Crossing Over is rated R and runs 113
minutes.
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