Like a pub-rock cover band, “Suburbicon
” can be bluntly effective when playing the old hits. Sure, it’s not the real deal, but if you get into the music, overlook a couple bum notes, and let the pints do their work, you can reasonably groove along. And that’s most certainly the case with George Clooney
’s latest outing behind the camera, which finds the prominent actor/director/international megastar in full-on chameleon mode, aping the Coens, Hitchcock, and Billy Wilder
to modestly satisfying effect.
The film gets a bit shakier when it lets its own voice crack through.
Clooney and writing partner Grant Heslov
took a long-shelved Coen Brothers’ script and grafted it onto another project , the story of racial harassment in the ’50s model suburb of Levittown. The seams certainly show, as “Suburbicon
” is basically two concurrent stories interwoven by the fact that both take place on the same block.