If The Sopranos had ended with Tony turning informant and being whisked away into the witness protection program, The Family could have been a big-screen sequel to the TV show. As the movie opens, Giovanni Monzani (Robert DeNiro) is living under the alias Fred Blake in France with his wife, Maggie (Michelle Pfeiffer), and two kids, Warren (John D’Leo) and Belle (Glee’s Dianna Agron). They are moving to a small town after being found out in their previous hideout on the French Riviera.
The children are complaining about the long road trip and the rank smell inside the car. Fred tells them they should have given their German Shepherd a bath before they left. But a couple of scenes later, we find out the reason for the stench is a corpse Fred stashed in the trunk. Once everyone has gone to sleep, he buries the body in the middle of nowhere.
That opening bit is strongly reminiscent of GoodFellas, one of the many movies director Luc Besson ( The Fifth Element, The Professional) references in sly, funny ways. Adapted from Tonino Benacquista’s farcical novel Malavita, The Family is the rare breed of pitch-black comedy that uses violence seriously or comically, depending on the situation.
The Blakes are under the protective eye of a CIA agent (Tommy Lee Jones) who is increasingly exasperated by Fred’s refusal to behave. The former mobster finds a typewriter in the new house and decides to write his memoirs, recounting his criminal past in detail. Writing soothes him, fills his time. But when a plumber tries to fleece him for repairs, he breaks the man’s leg in seven places. And after he finds out the reason the tap water in the house is brown has to do with a nearby chemical processing plant, he builds a bomb.
Fred isn’t the only member of the family with a killer instinct. When Maggie goes to the grocery store and overhears the owner trash-talking Americans in French, she pays for her items with a smile, then blows up the place on her way out. In high school, Warren quickly builds his own network of intimidation, exacting sweet and clever revenge on the kids who bullied him. (D’Leo is terrific in the role, reminiscent of a teenage Joe Pesci who hasn’t yet started stabbing people in the neck with a pen.) Belle is an even tougher cookie, doling out the hurt at some boys who think American girls are all sluts.
Pfeiffer gets to mine the menacing aspect of her beauty — she’s always seemed a little dangerous — and DeNiro, who lately has been going through the motions, seems fully engaged and excited by this role. Fred affords the actor an opportunity to strike a broad range of notes, including a wonderful sequence in which the movie enters meta-territory that would make Martin Scorsese cheer.