Michael Douglas
Benicio Del Toro
Catherine Zeta-Jones
Don Cheadle
Luis Guzma Dennis Quaid
Erika Christensen
Miguel Ferrer
Thomas Milan
Steven Bauer
directed by
Steven Soderbergh
Steven Soderbergh strikes cinematic gold yet again with Traffic, an
engrossing and thoroughly entertaining drama that marks the 37-year old
director's fourth successive winner in the past two and a half years
(following Out of Sight, The Limey and Erin Brockovich). His unflinching,
honest look at America's war on drugs, mixed with a perfect ensemble cast
and technical professionalism make this film an absolute must-see piece
of
cinema.
There are a trio of stories happening at once in Traffic, all revolving
around the United States' somewhat unsuccessful war on drug trafficking
from
Mexico. Story one involves Robert Wakefield (Michael Douglas) the newly
appointed anti-drug czar who finds his crusade taking on a personal slant
thanks to his daughter Caroline's (Erika Christensen) crack cocaine
addiction. Story two involves a Tijuana-based cop named Javier Rodriguez
(Benicio Del Toro) who finds his loyalties and principles tested when he
finds himself working for a corrupt army general (Thomas Milan) who is on
both sides of the drug war in Mexico.
The third tale involves two determined DEA agents, Montel Gordon (Don
Cheadle) and Ray Castro (Luis Guzman), who conduct a sting operation on
a
San Diego-based dealer named Eduardo Ruiz (Miguel Ferrer) with the hopes
that this bust will lead them to Carlos Ayala (Steven Bauer), a local
kingpin. This arrest leads us to Ayala's pregnant socialite wife Helena
(Catherine Zeta-Jones), who learns of her husband's business (one she was
never aware of before) and, through a series of situations she is forced
to
deal with, begins to show a ruthless nature unseen until now.
One of the factors that set Traffic apart from other films that deal with
the drug trade is that Soderbergh and screenwriter Stephen Gaghan (who based
his script on the British mini-series Traffik) don't give us easy answers.
It skips the Big Conclusion that would neatly wrap everything up (something
Soderbergh did to great effect with his 1989 masterpiece sex, lies and
videotape), allowing for an ending that is realistic and respectful of its
viewer to come up with his or her own conclusions. The only real problem
the
two that I could find in the storytelling department is that the storyline
involving Wakefield's domestic trouble really doesn't have the emotional
punch it should have for us to sympathize with anyone in that family. Aside
from that, Gaghan's screenplay is finely detailed, intense and fascinating,
one that does a great job in juggling three stories at once, and Soderbergh
brings it to life with the greatest of ease (big surprise there, kids).
However, Soderbergh cannot take all the credit for making this film the
winner that it is. As with any of his films, his cast proves to be just
as
invaluable to the production. There isn't a single bad performance to be
had
here, as each actor or actress gives it their all. Among the highlights
are
Cheadle and Guzman, who work perfectly off each other to provide at times
a
welcome level of comic relief, while Erika Christensen makes one hell of
a
screen debut as the 16-year old cocaine addict. But it is Benicio Del Toro
and Catherine Zeta-Jones who turn in award worthy performances. Del Toro
infuses his story with a quiet sense of humility while Jones convincingly
turns from happy socialite to a modern-day Lady MacBeth without breaking
a
sweat.
The technical aspects of Traffic also play a major role, be it Soderbergh's
hand held, multi-colored cinematography (he shot it under the pseudonym
Peter Andrews), Stephen Mirrone's smashing editing (my pick for this year's
Best Editing Oscar, hands down) or Soderbergh regular Cliff Martinez's
understated, hypnotic electronic score, this is the work of professional
talents at the height of their game.
I am still trying to figure out the formula to Steven Soderbergh's
incredible track record of making motion pictures that dare to be different
while being enormously entertaining. Maybe he sold his soul to the Weinstein
brothers at Miramax (which would confirm my 1998 theory that they are Satan
incarnate) eleven years ago when they released his first film, sex, lies
and
videotape. Or maybe it is just that he loves movies so much that his
enthusiasm as a fan spills over into his work. Who knows? All I do know
is
that his films work. His films leave viewers craving a fix of quality cinema
on a delirious high, which is exactly what I felt after watching Traffic.