Film Review: ‘The Angriest Man in Brooklyn’

The Angriest Man in Brooklyn Film

A terminally ill family man races to make amends in a schmaltz opera that indulges Robin Williams' most melancholy tics and themes.

It’s movie night, and you can choose between crazy-shouty Robin Williams (think “The Fisher King”) and blubbering feel-good Robin Williams (like the one who discovers his son, dead from autoerotic asphyxiation, in “World’s Greatest Dad”). Which would you prefer? Trick question! In “The Angriest Man in Brooklyn,” you can have it both ways, as Williams plays the human equivalent of a bulging forehead vein who learns he has 90 minutes to live and spends the rest of the movie making amends, like Ebenezer Scrooge at the end of “A Christmas Carol.” Most auds will prefer have no Robin Williams at all.

Inspired by the 1997 Israeli movie “The 92 Minutes of Mr. Baum,” in which actor-director Assi Dayan tried to imagine how the worst possible news could possibly bring out the best in someone, this schmaltzy remake from “Field of Dreams” helmer Phil Alden Robinson (directing his first film since 2002’s “The Sum of All Fears”) seems to fancy itself a Frank Capra-esque tearjerker. In one of two voiceover tracks, Henry Altmann (Williams) enumerates all the things he can’t abide, at least one of which — delivered while he sits in traffic near New York’s Washington Square Park — casts into doubt whether this guy’s really a Brooklynite at all.

The film’s other narrator is Dr. Sharon Gill (Mila Kunis), one of those inexplicably beautiful internists, like Jennifer Garner’s character in “Dallas Buyers Club,” whom the movies invent to deliver terminal diagnoses. Sharon’s not exactly the picture of inner peace herself: She loves cats but can’t stand people, she’s having an affair with her boss (a weird cameo op for Louis CK) and, in a moment of professional weakness, she allows Henry to believe that his (admittedly serious) brain aneurysm means he has only 90 minutes.

Instead of getting angrier (after all, he spent two hours waiting for the diagnosis), Henry storms out and starts reprioritizing his final moments, treating the 90-minute estimate like a ticking clock. That’s far too little time for him to call up Queen Latifah and schedule a “Last Holiday” sequel, so Henry focuses on repairing what he can of his life “because in the end, family is all we have” — and because Henry wasn’t always so angry.

This we know courtesy of a 25-years-earlier opening scene, which depicts a much-happier Henry frolicking with his wife (Melissa Leo) and two sons in what looks like a TV commercial for one of those medications that’s not allowed to say what it cures. Somewhere along the way, Henry lost one of his children to a car accident (the film flashes back so that, as in the aforementioned “World’s Greatest Dad” scene, Williams can play the devastated dad receiving the news) and alienated the other (Hamish Linklater) by rejecting his dream of becoming a professional dancer.

It seems the only person with whom Henry remains close is his brother (Peter Dinklage), whom he brusquely pushes aside to make amends with the others, while trying his best to maintain his temper. And because this whole melancholy adventure technically qualifies as a comedy, it’s safe to assume that every foreign-born cabbie (Daniel Raymont), stuttering shop clerk (James Earl Jones) and irritating traffic cop (Anthony Jabre) has been put in his way just to antagonize him.

Though much of the script borders on unbearable, compounded by “Juno” composer Mateo Messina’s tell-you-how-to-feel score, writer Daniel Taplitz manages to sneak in some poignant self-help aphorisms here and there. For the umpteenth time in his career, from “Dead Poets Society” to his recent “Boulevard,” Williams is finding another way to drive home what may as well be his mantra: carpe diem. As Henry contemplates what to put on his tombstone, Taplitz’s line may be a little clunky, but it works: “It’s not the dates that matter, it’s the dash.”

Film Review: 'The Angriest Man in Brooklyn'

Reviewed online, Paris, May 29, 2014. MPAA Rating: R. Running time: 84 MIN.


A Lionsgate release and presentation of a Landscape Entertainment/Force Majeure/Prominent Media production, in association with Mica Entertainment, Vedette Finance. Produced by Bob Cooper, Daniel J. Walker, Tyler Mithcell. Executive producers, Paul Cho, Trevor Saliba, Karen Lunder, Mila Kunis, Marina Grasic, Anthony Jabre, Jan Korbelin, Jean-Charles Levy, Glenn Murray, Dale Armin Johnson, Julie B. May, Michael Ilitch Jr., Orin Woinsky, Gordon Bijelonic.


Directed by Phil Alden Robinson. Screenplay, Daniel Taplitz, based on the film "The 92 Minutes of Mr. Baum" written and directed by Assi Dayan. Camera (color), John Bailey; editor, Mark Yoshikawa; music, Mateo Messina; music supervisor, Bonnie Greenberg; production designer, Inbal Weinberg; art director, Anu Schwartz; set decorator, Graham Wichman; costume designer, Emma Potter; sound (Dolby Digital), Jack Hutson; supervising sound editor, Michael Perricone; re-recording mixers, Bob Beemer, Perricone; visual effects producer/supervisor, Eric J. Robertson; visaul effects, Mr. X; special effects, Peter Weiss; stunt coordinator, Chris Barnes; associate producer, Corey Large; assistant director, Adam Escott; casting, Margery Simpkin.


Robin Williams, Mila Kunis, Peter Dinklage, Melissa Leo, Jerry Adler, Bob Dishy, Sutton Foster, Lee Garlington, Chris Gethard, Anthony Jabre, James Earl Jones, Richard Kind, Hamish Linklater, Olga Merediz, Da'vine Joy Randolph, Daniel Raymont, Isiah Whitlock Jr.

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  1. Carlye Ignatenko says:

    I really enjoyed the movie. Robin did a great job in this role.

    As far as the comment , which in hindsight seems highly insensitive, I would definitely prefer to still have Robin Williams. May he rest in peace.

  2. Favid Smith says:

    That’s not Washington Square Park in Manhattan. It’s Grand Army Plaza in Brooklyn. They both have arches, but there the similarities end.

  3. Maile Goodman says:

    I hope you feel like a dumb ass after that review. It was very existential and beautifully pure in theme. Robin Williams gave an emotionally raw and pure performance. I wholeheartedly disagree.

  4. Thankyoufortellingaboutthis teaerjerker

  5. Apparently Phil Robinson and Daniel Taplitz think that the word “fuck” is a cure-all word that makes every scene shocking or funny or poignant or ironic or angry or… You get the picture.

    I’m not a prude but by the end of the picture I was sick of hearing it. So overdone. I suggest the two of them sit down with a bag of popcorn and watch “His Girl Friday” starring Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell. Not a swear word in it and the repartee is witty, devastating and funny. They would learn something (or maybe they wouldn’t).

  6. cadavra says:

    Wow, I don’t know what movie you saw, but the one I saw was extraordinarily intense and not the least bit schmaltzy. In fact, Williams deserves major props for throwing himself full-tilt into such a reprehensible character (as does Jones for playing a stutterer–which he actually was as a youth).

    In fact, you MUST have been at a different picture, because this one tells us more than once that the younger son was killed in a hunting accident, not an auto accident.

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