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Frank Abagnale (Leonardo DiCaprio) is a 17-year old who has such an odd name that I kept thinking to myself "Abigale?" "Abnagale?" "Abgnile?". It's so distracting to have those voices in your head that don't shut up when they're supposed to. Frank's life comes to a crashing halt when his mother moves out and his father comes under investigation from the IRS. Normally, a boy like Frank would deal with his woes by constructing a black-on-black shaded website as a depository for angsty poems like "The Dead In My Driveway" and "Lyfe Sux, Then You Misspell Every Other Word". But Frank takes a different track, and starts lying. Frank steps into professions that seem absurd for a teen, from a high school substitute teacher all the way to being a doctor, but pulls it off for two things. One, he's a smart little rascal, and two, he realizes that if you act like you're where you're supposed to be, doing what you're supposed to be doing, then nobody will question you. His "pretending" is a not-too-subtle parody of what real actors do every day, except that Frank's acting takes place in the real world and has real consequences. On top of making his career life grander than grubbing for good grades, Frank engages in a steadily inclining line of check forgery. This draws the attention of Carl Hanratty (Tom Hanks), a sort of Elite Nerd Accountant in the FBI. Thus, a game of cat and mouse ensues, as Hanratty chases Abagnale across the country and globe. Seriously, folks, names this weird can ONLY come through real life tales. Hanratty? It's all really sort of fun, a lot more enjoyable to sit back and let wash over me than I thought it would be. Frank's a kid, but we've been trained to admire gutsiness, and what's a few million dollars stolen between friends? Carl also seems to really enjoy getting to exercise his license to kill (or exercise, period), tracking Frank down with all the glee of a geekier Sherlock Holmes. Unfortunately, the fun is a charade, covering up broken lives, where the glamor of fakery is ultimately pointless. Frank sees his future in his dad (Christopher Walken in one of his best non-threatening roles), yet can't seem to avoid going down that same road. He's constantly on the move, abandoning former lives in order to escape from the law, and doesn't have a chance to be a part of the one thing he wants the most: a family. [Sidetrack note: If Chris Walken is looking for a job, wouldn't it be SO COOL to hire him as your personal secretary? Telemarketers would be so creeped out just trying to call you that they'd stop bothering you! Soliciters would take one look into his steely eyes and humbly offer to commit suicide right there! IRS auditors would freely give you money just to take your goon and get out of the building! Plus, the office parties would just rock; I'm sure Walken is just the type who photocopies his buttocks when he's had a few too many drinks.] Likewise, Carl's life as a die-hard researcher, working at the office even on Christmas Eve, is something to be feared and pitied. I got the feeling that Carl didn't have much to live for outside of work, and work itself is a sterile line of desks and paper files. I did really appreciate that the filmmakers didn't play Carl like the typical movie cop, drawn into an elaborate scheme due to his curiosity. When Frank calls up to goad Carl, Carl tells him straight out he's going to jail, that it isn't a game, it isn't innocent. Good for him. Just a lot of little things made this a delightful flick, including quite a bit of underplayed humor, one of John William's best scores of the last decade, and a slight uncertainty that rippled over the crowd as we tried to figure out whether we were supposed to be envying or pitying the characters. Catch Me If You Can might not be standard Mutant fare, but it's most definitely accessible.
The title sequence of the movie is a work of genius. Without giving anything away, it animates and replicates the late 50s-early 60s look, right down to the typefaces. I have a not-so-fleeting nostagila for this time period. Typical problems with nostagila aside (selective memory for one), the late 50s Bond-Era Swank is too hip, too cool, too impossibly refined and relaxed to ignored. It's the opposite of all the dirty, unfocused, muddy hippie crap that would come later. No where is this seen more then in the music...The late 50s lounge style was the continuation of a cultural trend that had begun centuries before, preferring complex simplicity and professional arrangements to brash explosions and adolescent wailing. Music by adults for adults, not neo-romantic Byrons who couldn't play more than 3-cords to save their lives. Mind you, I like the rock and weirdness that came after, but I think that by throwing everything connected to sophication in the 60s away, we lost a sense of professionalism and composure. In short, we lost our cool.
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Intermission! [some sources: IMDb]
Until he saw the results of DiCaprio's work, the real Frank Abagnale Jr. didn't think DiCaprio was "suave" enough to play him. Jennifer Garner shot her scenes in one day. Frank Abagnale Jr's exploits were also the inspiration for the TV show The Pretender and its title character, Jarod. [thanks Vanessa K!] Groovy Quotes
Abagnale: You're going to have to catch me. Hanratty: Sometimes it's easier to live the lie. Frank Abagnale: Two mice fell into a bowl of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse fought and struggled until he churned that cream into butter and he crawled his way out. I am that second mouse.
Paula Abagnale: Just tell me how much and I'll pay you back.
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