“Just when it seemed that Ridley Scott’s decline had become irreversible, along comes All the Money in the World” – Wayward Wolf.
The last five years or so have not exactly been what you’d call ‘vintage’ years for one of the big screen’s favourite directors. I’d even go so far as to suggest that it’s now in the public’s interest for his films to be preceded by some kind of warning:
CAUTION: RIDLEY SCOTT.
From the man that was bang on track with classics such as: Alien, Blade Runner and Gladiator, the last few years have seen the Ridley Scott Express somewhat derailed thanks to a succession of hugely disappointing offerings.
Prometheus, The Counsellor, Alien: Covenant and the admittedly half-decent The Martian (loved the first half, hated the second) – each, in its own way, has been as underwhelming as the next.
But as the old sport-related adage suggests: form is temporary but class is permanent, and you can’t keep a good man down. Just when it seemed that Ridley Scott’s decline had become irreversible, along comes All the Money in the World.
Based upon the extraordinary true story of the kidnapping of John Paul Getty III, it tells of his mother’s bullish attempts to convince the boy’s billionaire Grandfather, John Paul Getty (the superb Christopher Plummer), to loosen his purse strings a little and stump up the $17 million ransom being demanded by John Paul Getty III’s Italian captors.
But John Paul Getty is stubborn and something of a complicated character, and prising the money from this man’s overly-tight grasp will prove to be much easier said than done.
Much as Governments will typically refuse to succumb to the demands of terrorists, John Paul Getty, whilst having no problem in publicly admitting to the deep love that he feels for his Grandson, seems suitably unperturbed by the young lad’s plight. Instead, time rolls on and even the grisly spectacle of a part of his Grandson’s ear materialising one day in the post, is insufficient to force the stubborn billionaire’s hand.
All the while, John Paul Getty III’s mother, Gail Harris (the excellent Michelle Williams), and Getty’s own head of security, Fletcher Chase (a nice turn from Mark Wahlberg), do everything within their power to not only track down the kidnappers, but more importantly, to attempt to convince John Paul Getty to part with what is after all, a very small fraction of his overall fortune. It soon becomes clear, however, that John Paul Getty will only ever consider adhering to Gail’s wishes upon a certain condition; one that would ultimately snatch Gail’s son away from her own parental control.
All the Money in the World is a prime example of Ridley Scott being a superb director for the big occasion. He’s never been one to shy away from the memorable, the dramatic, the tongue-in-cheek or the big show-stopping scenes. And in this latest big budget crime caper, one scene in particular will have you positively squirming in your seat. But such attention-grabbing antics only serve to positively enhance, not distract in any way from the film’s captivating narrative.
Whereas many of Scott’s recent outings have had the tendency to slide into the realm of the poorly-scripted and the cliché-riddled – in essence a tendency to sell out to the needs of the mainstream – All the Money in the World does no such thing.
With well judged attention paid to the psychology of the unfolding scenario, Ridley Scott succeeds in sustaining a high degree of intrigue, knowing exactly when to ramp up the suspense levels, and more importantly resisting – mercifully – the need to resort to any sort of naff Hollywood closing flourish.
This is a fine, captivating film which achieves that tricky balance between popcorn and fine story telling. In other words, this is every bit a Ridley Scott film – done well, and one, consequently, that should appeal right across the board.