Fading Gigolo **½ (R) This one’s far more intriguing in theory than in execution. Although he his resume includes a few writing and directing credits, John Turturro is mostly known as a fine actor, with an enviable track record ranging from campy comic roles to crime and romantic dramas. He’s been a Coen Brothers mainstay for most of their careers. In this project, he’s essentially starring in a Woody Allen film that he created, complete with a smooth jazz score and Woody as his co-star. Woody is about to close his family’s rare book store (in Manhattan, of course), which has become its own anachronism. He and Turturro developed a lasting friendship, beginning with the latter’s childhood attempt to swipe something from the former’s shop. He’s grown into a polite, introverted adult, working at floral arranging and other odd jobs.
Woody’s doctor (Sharon Stone) surprises him one day, asking if he knows anyone who can discreetly provide certain illicit romantic services. He talks his pal into this unlikely career shift. It works well enough to provide a nice new income for both, despite their moral misgivings. Sofia Vergara becomes another satisfied customer. But when Woody convinces the widow (Vanessa Paradis) of a Hassidic rabbi to try what they have to offer, the film starts tramping on some thin ice in several respects. What could have been a farce like Woody’s early flicks, or a relatively thoughtful, sentimental blend, like his later romantic dramedies, turns into something less plausible. I’m no expert on Hassidic customs and practices, but I’d be surprised if this large portion of the screenplay rests well with those who care about such things.
Beyond that, Turturro’s character becomes harder to believe as the film progresses. His transition from drudge to stud seems too smooth, including classy, cultured touches suddenly within his purview. The guy turns out to be far more cosmopolitan than he could possibly have been prepared for. Stone and Vergara substantially enhance the landscape as women of privilege who still crave a bit of spice in their luxurious lives. Allen’s character runs true to form, with an arsenal of anxieties and neuroses spawning the wonderful throwaway lines we’ve come to expect. While Turturro’s attempt to stretch is admirable, his story falls short of its initial promise. (5/9/14)