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Nominally a murder mystery, Insomnia wastes no time in flouting the rules of the genre. Disgraced LAPD detective Will Dormer (Al Pacino) is put out to pasture in the fictional Alaskan town of Nightmute where local police have recovered the body of a teenaged girl. Will, a variation on the cop on the verge of retirement, takes charge of the case but finds that concentration eludes him. The internal affairs investigation back home and his partner Hap's (Martin Donovan) intention to squeal loom large in Will's mind, eclipsing the tedium of homicidal detective work. Also looming large is the sun: north of the Arctic Circle, summer means never-ending daylight and for Will, it means one sleepless night after another. His tossings-and-turnings are collapsed into brief, apoplectic montages by Nolan and editor Dody Dorn. They are the staccato punctuation that surround Will's endless days, allowing him to pause momentarily before the next shift begins. On bad "nights," he wonders outside to a world seemingly bereft of civilization. "It feels like the whole planet is deserted," he laments. Like the world of Memento, Nolan's previous film, Nightmute is infected with dreamlike emptiness. And as its sole inhabitant, Will must bear his torture in agonizing solitude.
Pacino manages to create a sympathetic hero out of the murky backstory that the movie hints at but never fully explains. In the original film, actor Stellan Skarsgard cuts a cooler character, an arrogant fashion plate and Swede-in-exile who is simultaneously drawn into and repulsed by the locals. He nearly seduces the victim's best friend during a bit of unconventional questioning, and he has a brief fling with the hotel concierge. Pacino, meanwhile, is rendered both asexual and geriatric. Botox-free, he wears his skin like a rumpled blanket and generously massages the massive bags under his eyes. A more humanistic performance to be sure, but also a safer one: a grandfather gone to seed is easier to like than a cold-blooded sleaze-bag.
As the movie ventures into more ambiguous territory, particularly when Will unwittingly shoots his partner Hap during a botched stakeout, Pacino's and Skarsgard's performances begin to diverge in telling ways. Pacino's Will is racked by uncertainty over his culpability. Did he shoot Hap out of self-defense or out of displaced frustration? His mantra of "prolonging the moment" as a means of isolating, and understanding, the criminal act becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy when he finds that he can't stop replaying Hap's death in his head. Past and present merge stylishly to form a nightmarish waking state. Paralyzed by guilt, Will initiates a quickie cover-up by substituting his incriminating bullets with those of the suspected killer whose gun he has recovered. Skarsgard does the same thing in the original, but unlike Pacino's paranoid fumblings, Skarsgard's execution is pure detachment. His affectless Swede somnambulates throughout the movie oblivious to everything, including the murder investigations. Wraith-like in appearance, he automatically succumbs to any adversity thrown in his path. He's a defeated man from birth.
If Skjoldbjaerg's film is a minimalist character study of a passive specter, Nolan's version is a full-blooded examination of a man who refuses to be beaten. Pacino's Will may be a walking basketcase, as his increasingly perplexed team could attest, but there's still some fight left in him, and it gives Nolan's film a distinct American whiff. If nothing else, it's a reassuring odor that only grows stronger with the belated introduction of Robin Williams's prime suspect, a local novelist and apparent chicken hawk named Walter Finch. Less a full-on baddy than creepy doppelganger, Walter latches on to Will through a series of sadistic midnight phone calls. They chat in that cool detective-suspect banter that begins innocently as standard cat-and-mouse play and evolves into something more complex, a fractured interior monologue. With repressed glee, Walter echoes Will's gnawing insecurities, gradually amplifying them, and ultimately exacerbating them. Their long distance S&M relationship is one of the movie's craftier inventions (and one that was absent in the original) but the eventual showdown never feels that long off and when it comes, the movie settles down to more conventional rhythms. There is a chase, a car wreck, a shoot-out, and a hero's ending. Is this all we can expect? Apparently so.
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