Director Tony Scott had become interested in Domino Harvey’s story after reading a newspaper article about her. Scott met Domino in 1995 and purchased the rights to her life story for $360,000. Scott laboured to make the film for many years, finally bringing the financing together in 2004. Despite considerable rumour that came out before the film’s release, Domino (while liberal with Domino’s life story to the point of being almost complete fiction) is not something that Domino Harvey herself was unhappy with. Tony Scott used her as a frequent on-set consultant and widespread stories that she was unhappy about the film portraying her engaged in heterosexual sex when she was a lesbian are untrue. In fact, she was reported just before her death to be considering suing various tabloids for starting such rumours.

Tony Scott is a director who has had an interestingly uneven career. Tony is the younger brother of Ridley Scott of Alien (1979), Blade Runner (1982) and Gladiator (2000) fame. Tony Scott’s first film was the underrated chicly arty vampire film The Hunger (1983). Alas, The Hunger was a flop when it came out and Scott was forced to forsake artiness for more commercial filmmaking. He next signed up with producers Jerry Bruckheimer and Don Simpson to make the blatantly commercial Top Gun (1986), which was an enormous hit. Tony Scott made several other films for Bruckheimer and Simpson – Beverly Hills Cop II (1987), Days of Thunder (1990), Crimson Tide (1995) and Enemy of the State (1998), as well as other works such as Revenge (1990) and Spy Game (2001). Most of these are slickly produced and eminently forgettable. In the mid-1990s, Tony started to regain his feet again with films like the highly enjoyable The Last Boy Scout (1991), the Quentin Tarantino-scripted True Romance (1993), the submarine drama Crimson Tide – which is probably his single best film, the psycho-thriller The Fan (1996), the brutal revenge drama Man on Fire (2004), the time travel film Deja Vu (2006), the remake of The Taking of Pelham 1 2 3 (2009) and Unstoppable (2010). Throughout these films, though commercial projects, Tony Scott has been increasingly flexing his artistic strengths, building a style that involves a dense weave of roving camerawork, random soundtrack noise, colour saturations and lashings of ultra-violence. This often seems style-conscious to the point that the scripts that support Scott’s visuals are not able to carry the film, as in the case of The Fan and Man on Fire. If anything, while brother Ridley has abandoned the dense textural and chiaroscuro lighting style of his early films for a cleaner commercial style these days, Tony has gone the other way, abandoning commercial filmmaking for a great deal of artistic experimentalism.

If these films show Tony Scott wanting to experiment with visual style, then Domino is an opportunity he takes to go completely mad with it. He shoots with blurred camerawork, split screen, the whole film saturated with a suffusion of green and yellow colour tints, the lighting and film stock washed out in a way that unglamorously highlights the pallor of the cast’s skin, action that is constantly retelling a scene from different angles or is sped-up and slowed-down, narrative that flips back and forward into flashbacks and rewinds, novelty title cards. The colour and lighting schemes of the film alone are utterly amazing, unlike anything one has seen in any major commercial release before. If Domino had not been a film that had been sold squarely to the commercial multiplexes, then it could almost have been an art film. Indeed, the visual games that Tony Scott pulls off are even more out there and daring than those that Lars von Trier conducted in Zentropa (1991). Maybe if there is one film that comes anywhere near Tony Scott’s stylistics here, it is that madcap visuals that Oliver Stone achieved in Natural Born Killers (1994).

Alas, Tony Scott never seems to know when his visual trickery is not supported by the film he is telling. Domino has a sprawling and at times incoherent script. Scott’s visual trickery tends to seem like overkill, particularly during the early scenes. One suspects that Domino might have worked much better as a Quentin Tarantino film, which it is obviously aspiring to be. If Tarantino had taken the director’s chair, out would have gone most of Tony Scott’s arty stylism and the film would have been directed surely as a sparse, minimalistic work where the emphasis would have been on the sarcastic dialogue and sharp twists of story (neither of which are Tony Scott’s forte).

Even aside from Tony Scott’s wildly arty visual experimentalism, Domino has a total bizarreness as a film. It helps if one throws all notion of Domino being a biography of Domino Harvey out the window, at least after about a third of the way in. As the opening credits say “This is based on a true story” and then in the next title card adds “Sort of”. And in truth, these biographical scenes, which come buried under Scott’s direction, are the least interesting scenes in the film and it is not until Richard Kelly’s main story kicks in that Domino starts to develop any life. The film has a completely out-of-control story, which actually becomes enjoyable in its sprawlingly bizarre incoherence. That this comes from Richard Kelly, the man who wrote and directed the completely baffling Donnie Darko (2001) and The Box (2009), is no particular surprise. If one can imagine a version of El Topo (1970) or Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998) crossbred with a Quentin Tarantino film, then you might have some idea of the whacked insanity that is Domino.

It is the last two-thirds of the film where the DMV/truck hijacking story takes over that Domino develops a spectacularly out of control lunacy that is kind of like watching a train wreck in the process of happening. But how is it possible not to enjoy a film that manages to wind in a parody of Beverly Hills 90210 (1990-2000) that features 90210 stars Brian Austin Green and Ian Ziering playing themselves, before being turned into ‘celebrity hostages’; Mo’Nique and her scene-stealing fingernails; a mock-up of an episode of The Jerry Springer Show (replete with a cameo from Jerry Springer himself) with Mo’Nique conducting an hilarious spiel about mixed race heritage; a reality tv show camera crew following the bounty hunters around; showdowns with the Mob; the blowing up of a casino tower; much ultra-violence, including a hostage who has his arm blown off with a shotgun because it has the password to a safe on it; an armoured truck robbery by a group wearing masks of the Ex-President’s wives; a vehicle crash in the desert, followed by hallucinatory drug-induced sex scenes, all as a result of mescaline-spiked coffee; a demented Afghan bomber; lots of plot twists and turns; not to mention Tom Waits as a man in an open-topped coupe who turns up in the desert to aid the group while delivering a message seemingly from God as to how Domino and cohorts must work to save the life of a child and put their own lives on the line (the reason for Domino’s inclusion here as fantasy). The departure from anything resembling a biopic to out-and-out dementia, yet Tony Scott’s blithe determination that he is telling a true story throughout, makes for a totally barmy film. Most critics ended up hating Domino, but it is one of those films, not unlike Hudson Hawk (1991), where you have to celebrate it for its entirely out-of-control lunacy. I predict in a decade’s time that Domino is going to be revived as a psychotronic classic.

Tony Scott has also managed to wind in a truly amazing cast. This includes Mickey Rourke, who has been treading the comeback trail in impressive ways in the last couple of years, most notably with Sin City (2005) and The Wrestler (2008); Black radio host/comedian/actress Mo’Nique (Imes-Jackson) as a corrupt DMV clerk; Beverly Hills 90210 stars Ian Ziering and Brian Austin Green in full self-parody mode; R&B artist Macy Gray as one of Mo’Nique’s co-conspirators; Lucy Liu as a hardass FBI agent interrogating Keira Knightley; 1970s star Jacqueline Bissett as Domino’s mother; Christopher Walken as an hilarious ratings-obsessed reality tv producer, with Mena Suvari as his assistant; and Tom Waits as the mysterious messenger who brings a prophetic augury. Although, one of the biggest weaknesses of Domino is Keira Knightley in the title role. I have enjoyed watching Keira Knightley’s star rise in recent years through performances in films like Bend It Like Beckham (2002), Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl (2003) and Pride and Prejudice (2005). Knightley has talent and star class but seems to lack the presence to carry the film when it comes to Domino. She has a few moments pulling guns and doing lap dances but rarely kicks ass the way that one expects Domino should. Moreover, Tony Scott tends to treat her more like an inflatable rubber sex doll, as someone who is hauled around to lap dance here, strip for a sex scene here, dress provocatively here, pull gun here. There is no sense of Domino as a character, rather she is a guy movie pose of an ass-kicking chick.

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