One of the best films of the year and one of the best peformances. Worth going back to the theaters.
The Card Counter
“I never imagined myself as someone suited to incarceration.” William Tell (Oscar Isaac)
Having written Taxi Driver and directed First Reformed, Paul Schrader knows something about deeply-troubled souls, especially haunted taxi drivers and small-town prelates. Now add card-counting loner.
In The Card Counter, former army interrogator Bill has turned card champion while relishing his 8 ½ years in Fort Leavenworth for, it would seem, brutality at Abu Ghraib as a grunt guard. “Relished” because of the control prison afforded him, where he learned his card-playing trade. Nothing has helped him, however, expiate his sins and redeem himself until he meets young Cirk (Tye Sheridan) and La Linda (Tiffany Haddish).
Experience the most accomplished cinematic anti-hero of the year—Bill roams the landscape of mid-west casinos, forgettable and banal, peopled by losers and wannabes looking for a romantic hit, even as the house controls their fortunes like a wizard pulling the strings of fate and laughing at his victims’ impotence. Except for always-in-control Bill, whose days of interrogation control, taught him by a sadistic major Gordo (mustachioed Willem Dafoe, inscrutably eccentric and scary), and who bets small and wins small to avoid being ejected for what he is, an accomplished card counter haunted by the ghosts of his tortured and torturing past.
The exposition is slow, more distributed than immediate disclosure. This pace lets the audience sink into Bill’s world of gambling and isolation as he reveals in voiceover his thoughts about the lives he ruined and the officers like the major who escaped punishment. While Isaac steadily plays Bill with a smoldering intensity, the future begins to loom large while he and Cirk plan a reconciliation for Cirk and his mother, a consummation with La Linda, and a Dantean end for the major. In the first lie the seeds of Bill’s redemption while in the last lies the revengeful legacy of an Abu Ghraib that just won’t go away.
Shrader’s shots are either long, to establish the emptiness of the casinos, or rapidly roaming to heighten the horror of scary Abu Ghraib, frequently tracking Bill in his measured quest to control and win. As a knight errant, he meets his lady in La Linda, whose place in this man’s world as a master of a stable of players is never fully realized, so obsessed is Schrader with his saturnine sociopath. In that regard, Isaac gives one of the year’s most nuanced performances in the tradition of the lost but deadly Travis Bickel in Taxi Driver. Isaac is one of his generation’s best actors, like Tom Hardy, whom you might forget except for the memorable characters he plays like William Tell. And Schrader does tell as powerfully as he ever did.
Just don’t expect to learn how to play better poker, for The Card Counter is all about people—if you’re good at the game, it’s because you can look past the cards into the soul of your opponent. Paul Schrader is just such a soul-searching writer/director. BTW—Martin Scorsese is a producer and presents the opening title card--no surprise there.
The Card Counter
Director: Paul Schrader (First Reformed)
Screenplay: Schrader (Taxi Driver)
Cast: Oscar Isaac (A Most Violent Year), Tiffany Haddish (Night School)
Run Time: 1h 49m
Rating: R
John DeSando, a Los Angeles Press Club first-place winner for National Entertainment Journalism, hosts WCBE’s It’s Movie Time and co-hosts Cinema Classics. Contact him at JohnDeSando62@gmail.com
