No. It’s just some desperate housewives who never managed to figure out that their husbands (Liam Neeson, Manuel Garcia-Rulfo, Coburn Goss, and Jon Bernthal) moonlighted as gangsters, and now the hubbies are dead by way of many bullets and a fiery explosion, and the wives are ordered to pay back the money their gangster husbands owed other gangsters. Or die. So they team up to do that very thing. That’s the movie.
“Widows” is based on a British TV show that ran for a couple of years (debuting in 1983), which is why, ostensibly, the British director Steve McQueen is helming. But the location is transposed to Chicago, ostensibly to accommodate the largely American cast.
The Bad Guys
All the men are bad, all the women relatively good. Colin Farrell plays Jack Mulligan, a dirty politician, micromanaged by his racist dad Tom (Robert Duvall).African-American Chicago crime kingpin Jamal Manning (Brian Tyree Henry) is looking to go straight; he’s running against Jack Mulligan for the position of alderman in the largely black 18th ward district, where old Tom Mulligan and his plantation-owner mentality is still the incumbent.
The thing is, Manning needs that giant wad of cash, which got stolen (and burned to ashes in the explosion) by those gangsta husbands, to fund his political campaign. So he pays a visit to widow Veronica (Viola Davis). She’s an extremely intelligent Chicago teacher’s union delegate who, as mentioned, somehow never quite managed to figure out what her husband did for a living.
Now she’s saddled with making 2 million dollars appear by next week. How’s she going to do that? She manages to sleuth her way to husband Harry’s heist playbook, wherein he jotted down his crew’s next 5-million-dollar job. It’s like a treasure map with building blueprints and such.
It would appear that the motivation to pay back the money, at least on Veronica’s part, besides staying alive, is to maintain her somewhat luxurious lifestyle. This is the feeling one gets when she goes everywhere carrying her tiny white terrier lap-dog with her.
The Widows
The widows crew consists of Linda (Michelle Rodriguez), who ran a clothing store, and Alice (Elizabeth Debicki) the abused one, who’s now become a call girl. They can’t score the last widow, Amanda (Carrie Coon), because she’s got a new baby and is involved in some plot-twisty stuff you can see coming a mile off.But the widows need a getaway driver, so they recruit Linda’s babysitter Belle (Cynthia Erivo, she of the amazing voice in “Bad Times at the El Royale”), with the lure of money.
Erivo looks like she’s been pumping a lot of iron since her star turn as a soul singer in “Bad Times at the El Royale”; she’s very versatile.
Viola Davis is eminently watchable, and if you ever read about her incredible rags-to-riches journey to the Hollywood A-list, you’ll understand why she takes no role for granted.
My main objection to the movie is its lack of true growth for any of the characters. These are women, who, much like Carmela Soprano, were happy to live in bourgeois comfort on dirty money. When it comes to a crashing halt, they demonstrate they’ve got enough moxie and resourcefulness to get out of trouble and avoid death. So what?
The evolution of “Peppermint” is not uplifting either; it just yanks our revenge chains and elicits “woo-hoo’s!” I’m not saying the women need to start wearing Lululemon yoga pants and fashionably seek enlightenment. I’m just saying I want something uplifting. I feel like Oliver Twist saying, “Please sir, can I have some more?”