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Widowed and raising the seven-year-old Penny (Avy Berry) during The Great Depression, Murphy is introduced as struggling to make ends meet, winding up evicted and then incarcerated when he confronts an undercover police office he thinks harbors bad intentions. With his daughter in state custody, Murphy ends up at a labor camp run by Clancy (Russell Crowe), fingering this prisoner as a man of strong aptitude and intelligence and enlisting him to enlist a small team to transport all the gold from a mine about to be claimed by the government on the condition of early release. That’s a lot of set up, and at several minutes under two hours, “The Weight” does an impressively economical job of doling out information while also establishing character in single scenes. When Clancy invites Murphy into his place to make his pitch, the way Hawke has his character take a beat as he does so, like he’s trying to get his bearings at being inside a real home, communicates so much. Hawke and Crowe develop such an enjoyable rapport as two equally wary men, in fact, that even if you understand why the narrative prevents the latter from appearing more, you still wish that he would.
In addition to the pair of armed men safeguarding Clancy’s interests, Murphy handpicks three fellow prisoners, Singh (Avi Nash), Olson (Lucas Lynggaard Tønnesen), Rankin (Austin Amelio), as his gold-hauling crew. Not long into their trek, they are joined at her insistence by the indigenous Anna (Julia Jones). Her inclusion is less a narrative stretch, frankly, than Rankin’s, the latter deliberately introduced as untrustworthy and beggaring belief that the otherwise thorough Murphy would call on him. (Amelio’s performance is still spot-on.) Indentured to servitude, Anna is nothing less than a prisoner too, seeing this crew passing by as her only chance at escape. And through nothing more than a single introductory close-up in which we see her sizing up these men as they pass her by, “The Weight” conveys her intelligence as no less formidable than Murphy’s. In one suspenseful sequence, she saves his life, a neat blending of presence of mind with romantic spark.
As he reproved with his Oscar nomination for last year’s “Blue Moon,” Hawke has a gift for talkative roles, though in “The Weight,” he demonstrates an identical knack for non-verbal communication. Even without the fancy shot reflecting a crackling campfire in Murphy’s eyes, Hawke figuratively conjures that fiery-eyed nature throughout in a determined gaze imbuing his character’s constant deliberation. Hawke also lets in just enough vulnerability to render the character believable. The tautest sequence involves transporting all the gold bars across a rickety wooden bridge by way of the most dangerous game of catch of all time, necessitating Murphy receiving one gold brick at a time in the middle of the overpass and then hurling it himself to the other side. With each reception and throw, Hawke evinces a palpable physical exhaustion that only amplifies the suspense.
The title of McKinley’s movie, of course, is not just literal but also figurative. Not just in the emotional weight that Murphy carries from wanting to reunite with his daughter but in how these men can only be set free in this capitalist society by doing capitalism’s bidding. The government’s very meddling that this quest seeks to avoid might intend to temper that sense of greed, and Singh is revealed as a socialist in a mid-movie monologue outlining the alternative, but the concluding twist also can’t quite square the circle between those opposing ideologies. Not that it necessarily needs to. “The Weight” still succeeds as something like a spiritually freeing heist movie, and besides, the penultimate scene in which a few characters do nothing but share a single cigarette by passing it around suggests its own kind of collectivist victory.
