
Although he still had three films in post-production at the time of his death, The Angriest Man in Brooklyn marks the final film of Robin Williams' career that was released before his passing. Ironically, it concerns a man who is dying and who at one point attempts to commit suicide. The script even has him say the line, "My tombstone will read, '1951 - 2014'.", the actual years, it would turn out, of Williams' real life. Unfortunately, these morbid coincidences are the most interesting things about this rather disappointing film.
The script is based on the 1997 Israeli film, The 92 Minutes of Mr. Baum, whose title gives a clue to the structure of the story. Williams plays Henry Altmann, a man who is told that because of a brain aneurysm he has only 90 minutes to live. In actuality, the number was randomly made up by Dr. Gill (Kunis)--who was having a bad day because of the death of her cat, a busy day at work, and her addiction to pills--when Henry badgers her into giving him a number as to how long he has left to live. Henry then tries to figure out what to do with the limited time he has left. Unfortunately, Henry has made rather a mess of his life following the death of his oldest son two years previously. His marriage is in ruins, his law partnership with his brother is suffering, and he isn't speaking to his only surviving son. When he decides to throw a party for the 25 most important people in his life, only one person shows up and the two of them end up in an argument.
Movies have been made with less interesting premises than 'what would you do if you knew you were going to die in 90 minutes?'. It's just too bad the filmmakers don't seem to know what to do with that premise. The tone of the story is all over the place. Is it a dark comedy? Is it a life affirming drama? Is it a story of redemption? It wants to be all of these things, but succeeds at none of them. There are a couple of nice moments here and there, but they are few and far between.
Director Phil Alden Robinson (Field of Dreams, Sum of All Fears) seems to have instructed his actors to shout most of their lines. Williams, who despite the ending of his life, always seemed to be so full of life and manic energy, is miscast here, or at least poorly directed. His film work has always been patchy and this is one of his thinnest performances. His best scenes, as you might expect, are the comic ones. He and the film suffer in the more dramatic moments, although the melodramatic script must bear a large portion of the film's faults.
The rest of the cast is filled with a surprising amount of recognizable faces. Mila Kunis is quite good as Dr. Gill. In fact, she spends most of the movie acting above the script, delivering lines with real emotion and doing her best with the weak material. Peter Dinklage plays Henry's brother, while Melissa Leo plays his wife. James Earl Jones has a tiny part as a stuttering store clerk while Louis C.K. makes a cameo appearance as the married doctor with whom Dr. Gill is having an affair. Broadway star Sutton Foster makes an appearance as Henry's son's girlfriend. All these recognizable faces do provide some distraction from what's actually happening in the story, but it doesn't help all that much.
At the very least, the film's message is a positive one. If you knew you only had 90 minutes to live, you'd want to spend it doing the things that matter and you'd try to make those 90 minutes count. In reality, while none of us know how long we have in this life, we do know that we're all going to die. We shouldn't waste the time we're given being angry or bitter, or watching crap movies like this one.


















