Guillaume Canet's attempt to do a Sidney Lumet flatlines in "Blood Ties", an anemic drama about a family split, defined by one brother being a cop, the other a criminal. A remake of the 2008 French release "Les Liens du Sang" ("Rivals"), which co-starred Canet as the policeman, this version's bloat only spotlights the more crucial problem of a lack of energy and internal turmoil in the main characters. The impressive cast makes this French-financed New York 1974-set production watchable, but it's too inert to catch on commercially.
It takes Canet, who scored an international hit as a director in 2006 with "Tell No One," 40 minutes longer to tell the same story than it did Jacques Maillot in the original, and there's no reason for it, other than perhaps the ambition to make a quasi-epic fabric film thick with period atmosphere and character depth. The '70s recreation is reasonable, but the characters never register beyond the surfaces of the scenes despite being equipped with long-festering resentments and grudges.
When big, tough Chris (Clive Owen) is released after serving 12 years in prison for a revenge killing, he's welcomed warmly by sister Marie (Lili Taylor), as a favorite son by his ailing dad (James Caan), and warily by younger brother Frank (Billy Crudup), an upstanding policeman who's been prevailed upon to put him up. Chris toes the line for a while with a menial job at an auto shop, where he takes up with the comely accountant Natalie (Mila Kunis), adding insult to injury to his ex-wife Monica (Marion Cotillard), who's now a prostitute on drugs.
For Frank's part, he broke up with Vanessa (Zoe Saldana) some years back but seems irked by her relationship with brutish lowlife Scarfo (Matthias Schoenaerts). When the latter is thrown back in the slammer, Frank and Vanessa unpersuasively reunite, which promises trouble once Scarfo gets out.
Nothing very dramatic happens in "Blood Ties" for nearly an hour, too long for what's clearly announced at the outset as a criminal saga that will explode into action and violence at some point. For such pent-up emotions to register compellingly onscreen requires actors who can externalize their internal pressure cooker personalities without necessarily verbalizing what ails them. At least in this instance, Crudup can't convey what's going on inside of him; Frank seems pained and annoyed by his father and brother but in a boringly victimized way.
When Chris finally gives up the feeble pretense to going straight, his return to crime is heartlessly brutal. His second job, a successful heist, unintentionally puts Frank in an untenable position that severely tests his moral fiber and guts. Then it's Chris who gets the chance to show what he's really made of in the climactic sequence at crowded Grand Central Station that lacks the desired impact both because it seems so dramatically unlikely and because audience conviction in the relationships is lacking.
The unexpected casting of Owen as a Brooklyn gangster proves acceptable enough; the actor has the physical bearing to lord it over everyone else here and he makes the man's callousness credible. Caan has some good moments as the dying dad who appreciates toughness over sensitivity, while Schoenaerts perhaps comes closest of the nationally diverse cast members to delivering as a hot-headed New York troublemaker.