Connie Ogle’s “The Counselor” Is a Sharp, Witty Missive
By Rochus Pomponius, Adjunct Critic
If you’ll forgive the sports analogy, Connie Ogle, book editor for the Miami Herald, is not the LeBron James of film critique. Her work in “The Counselor” is closer to that of a solid role player, a Mario Chalmers, if you will. A solid starter, to be sure; no one is worried she’s going to turn the ball over and she knows how to pick her spots well, but her prose doesn’t get the star billing.
Actually, Ogle’s work here is one of the better critiques to emerge out of this murky film. She makes connections that other critics have missed, brilliantly comparing The Counselor‘s campiness to Wild Things in that the film “seems to have no idea it’s a joke that can’t even muster up a bit of smarty-pants Tarantino cleverness or energy.”
Ogle’s Counselor is by turns witty and enlightening, giving readers penetrating insights with a droll wink and an acerbic sneer. Her writing is spot on and she manages to stay above it all without being pompous or overly cynical, a balancing act that’s harder than it looks.