Review: The Card Player

Dario Argento’s hang-ups with sight and sightlessness are moral barometers of our disconnect from the world.

The Card Player
Photo: Anchor Bay Entertainment

Dario Argento’s hang-ups with sight and sightlessness are moral barometers of our disconnect from the world—obsessions that similary challenge the way that we look at movies. It’s not suprising, then, that the killer from The Card Player cannot be seen, commiting murders from a heavily encrypted, nearly impenetrable location, presumably somewhere in Rome. Via an online poker game, the psychopath forces local police to play with them in exchange for the lives of a series of kidnapped women. As written by Argento and frequent collaborator Franco Ferrini, The Card Player may not resemble anything that the director has ever made, but it certainly doesn’t bring anything new to the table.

Lazily borrowing from The Silence of the Lambs, Argento and Ferrini cast Stefania Rocca as Anna Mari, a police inspector who gets very little respect from her male counterparts and whose relationship to her deceased father is meant to amplify whatever trauma she feels when she stares into the faces of all the people she cannot save. Instead of finding Death’s Head moths inside corpses, though, Anna and her parter-cum-love-interest, John (Liam Cunningham), find seeds and playing cards, and replacing Hannibal Lecter is a book on poker, which deals Anna the pop psychology that she’ll finally use to out-wit the film’s killer.

There are signature Argento flourishes scattered across The Card Player. A vision reflected in a round object in Anna’s apartment prefigures the most unnerving set piece in the film, while the elaborate death of a young poker player—from the streets of Rome to labyrinthine underground tunnels—is played out as a nightmarish game of chance. But whether romantic or professional, every relationship in this elegantly shot but frustratingly straightforward policier scarcely registers. And as a result, a series of last-act revelations (one served a la The Bird With the Crystal Plumage) mean nothing emotionally.

There’s a wonderful shot in the film when one of the killer’s victims walks brazenly in front of a passing train—a shot that both plays to the film’s fixation with risk-taking and anticipates the final showdown between Anna and the film’s killer. Anna’s father committed suicide by throwing himself in front of a train, but because his memory is scarely on the woman’s mind, his death doesn’t exactly intensify the final poker match. Kent Jones once said that John Carpenter is an “analog man in a digital world,” a description that used to apply to Argento. Watching the online cards turn slowly (sometimes painfully so) in The Card Player is to be reminded of how good Argento used to be when his aesthetic approach was less synthetic.

 Cast: Stefania Rocca, Liam Cunningham, Silvio Muccino, Adalberto Maria Merli, Claudio Santamaria, Fiore Argento, Cosimo Fusco, Giovanni Visentin, Mia Benedetta, Claudio Mazzenga, Conchita Puglisi, Micaela Pignatelli  Director: Dario Argento  Screenwriter: Dario Argento, Franco Ferrini  Distributor: Anchor Bay Entertainment  Running Time: 104 min  Rating: NR  Year: 2004  Buy: Video

Ed Gonzalez

Ed Gonzalez is the co-founder of Slant Magazine. His writing has also appeared in The Village Voice and The Los Angeles Times. He’s a member of the New York Film Critics Circle, the Critics Choice Association, and the Latino Entertainment Journalists Association.

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