How violent? In one early scene, mob foot-soldier Nikolai (Viggo Mortensen) enacts the best finger-severing scene since "Darkman." He's a real stylist. Before he commences the cutting (all 10 digits!), he extinguishes his cigarette on his own tongue. Bravo.
Mortensen, who also worked with Cronenberg on "A History of Violence," has now completed the task of oblitering any risk that he'll be typecast as the guy who ascended the throne of Gondor.
In "Eastern Promises," he plays the gaunt, tattooed enforcer for a London crime boss (never mind whom, it's part of the plot) whose operations include the drugging, defiling and slaving of underage girls, brought in from the former Soviet Union (Nikolai makes his bones, so to speak, by raping one).
One of these unfortunate girls lives just long enough to give birth, in an emergency room, to a little girl. A midwife (Naomi Watts) tries to find the father, leading her into the dangerous mob underworld, endangering herself, her family and the child.
Cronenberg does something narratively unusual in "Eastern Promises," something that almost doesn't work. He tells the story from the point of view of Watts, with Mortensen as a minor supporting character. The movie slowly pivots, then, until Mortenson is its star and Watts the distant supporting player.
It helps that the second movie, Mortenson's movie, is by far the better one. The drab, strangely predictable story of the search for the baby's father gives way to a more engrossing, at times exciting saga of a war among rival mobs, complicated by Nikolai's tricky allegiance to a kind of Russian version of "The Godfather" 's Fredo (Vincent Cassel).
All gathers momentum to a spectular, gritty knife fight in a public bathhouse, during which eyeballs are stabbed, hamstrings cut, and "Lord of the Rings" fans get to see what Aragorn looks like without his robes.
No hobbit jokes, please. *
Produced by Paul Webster, Robert Lantos, directed by David Cronenberg, written by Steve Knight, distributed by Focus Features.