Dev Patel pulls no punches in directorial debut ‘Monkey Man’
Dev Patel’s got something to say, but it’s going to let his fists do the talking. With his directorial debut, the wild action revenge flick “Monkey Man,” the Oscar- nominated actor makes a bold statement with this one-two punch of a film that asserts himself as both an action star and promising genre director.
Having achieved his fame in more serious dramas like “Slumdog Millionaire” and “Lion,” Patel’s passion project “Monkey Man” is a big swing, and a big swerve for the actor. Luckily, it connects, landing with a satisfyingly bone-crunching intensity. And if the movie is intended as Patel’s calling card, he leaves the whole damn deck on the table.
“Monkey Man” is a love letter to East Asian martial arts movies, and to Indian folklore and culture. The monkey in question is both Hanuman, the Hindu god of wisdom, strength, courage, devotion and self-discipline, and also the face of the dingy rubber mask that the Kid (Patel) dons for his underground boxing matches — announced by a delightfully slimy Sharlto Copley.
This is a revenge picture, and so the Kid, who sometimes goes by the alias “Bobby,” must get revenge. He’s driven by his fiery blood-soaked memories and the sound of his mother whispering Hanuman’s legend in his ear. He wheedles his way into the kitchen of “Kings,” an upscale restaurant and then, alongside the in-house drug dealer Alphonso (Pitobash), upstairs into the VIP club. There, corrupt cops and powerful politicians party with a harem of international escorts.
The Kid wants to get close to Chief Rana (Sikandar Kher), a cruel police officer whose bloodied knuckles haunt his nightmares. But Rana is only part of the food chain of money and power in this city; there are far bigger predators to fight if he does manage to send murderous greetings from his dead mother.
This Kid’s got potential, but he’s not quite finished yet. So Patel turns “Monkey Man” into his coming-of-age story, mapping the fight scenes alongside his growth as a warrior.
That’s part of what makes Patel’s direction of the film so fascinating: the action sequences at the end of the movie are so much slicker than the hectic, chaotic brawls in the first half because the Kid is so much more skilled and confident. The style of the film evolves in tandem with our hero.
Working with cinematographer Sharone Meir (who most recently worked with the legendary John Woo on “Silent Night”), Patel favors long takes where the camera follows bodies in motion closely, looking up to catch a hit and then down to see the result. These long takes with concealed cuts get smoother as the film progresses, and the climactic showdown in the VIP bar is a gorgeously fluid set piece, soundtracked to the churning guitars of Indian folk metal band Bloodywood.
Patel did this film his way, forged his own path, and we’ll never look at him in the same light again — and that’s a good thing.