Bill Duke’s crime comedy earns its laughs chiefly through a cast worth spending time with. The violence sometimes spoils the fun, but Forest Whitaker and Robin Givens give this uneven scramble enough charm to recommend.
Bill Duke’s A Rage in Harlem is an enjoyable crime comedy whose cast makes a persuasive case for forgiving its unevenness. John Toles-Bey and Bobby Crawford adapt a novel by Chester Himes, and the film makes room for broad humour alongside some decidedly bloody business. The difficulty is deciding how lightly to take the latter. Across 115 minutes, the actors repeatedly win us back, although the film asks them to rescue more jokes than it should.
Forest Whitaker plays Jackson with a gentleness that makes the surrounding criminal company seem less inviting. We warmed to him almost at once, because he gives this crowded film somebody whose welfare matters. His charm does not feel like a demand for our approval, and he holds our attention without competing for the biggest effect. That steadiness is useful when so much else is pressing for a laugh or a jolt.
Robin Givens is equally valuable as Imabelle, though her assurance creates a different pleasure. She seems comfortable with the film’s unruliness, and her control keeps the performance from disappearing into it. Gregory Hines as Goldy and Danny Glover as Easy Money help make this a cast we are happy to spend time with. Their appeal carries stretches in which the writing keeps everybody busy without finding much comic surprise.
Toyomichi Kurita’s cinematography and Steven Legler’s production design give the film a polish that helps its busy criminal world hold together. There is care in the look, even when the humour gets coarse. Their work makes the film agreeable to watch without making the people seem respectable. That visual assurance is a substantial virtue, though it can only do so much for a joke that has already worn thin.
Curtiss Clayton’s editing gives the film a briskness we mostly enjoy, though speed cannot repair humour that wears thin. Elmer Bernstein’s score makes less of an impression than the actors, who provide most of the warmth. We would welcome more room for them to let a moment settle. The rush is often enjoyable, but weaker stretches would benefit from less insistence on keeping everything lively.
The bloodshed presents a harder problem than an uneven run of jokes. A crime comedy can be nasty without losing its audience, but it needs some consistency about how much a wound is meant to matter. Here the violence sometimes feels excessive for the amusement it produces. Bill Duke gets such appealing work from the cast that the harsher passages can feel like an interruption, and the humour is not always strong enough to recover.
Against the standards of a comic thriller, this is a good evening with some awkward stretches, carried by people who know how to hold a screen. We would recommend it to anyone already fond of the genre, rather than expect it to convert somebody who dislikes jokes mixed with blood. Go for Forest Whitaker and Robin Givens, and allow for a few laughs that never arrive.