I feel that this is a bit unfairly judged in compared to other buddy cop action comedies or the upper echalon of Schwarzenegger movies. It is undoubtedly a product of its own time, the last leg of the Cold War where American cinema began to be a little more sympathetic towards those dastardly Russians. As a police procedural its quite middle-in-the-road and predictable but there is always a joy in seeing a masterful genre director like Walter Hill exercising his…
"Funny, ain't it, how it comes around. Right way's the hardest, wrong way's the easiest. Rule of nature, like water seeks the path of least resistance. So you get crooked rivers, crooked men."
If The Long Riders was Hill's misty-eyed, somewhat sentimental gaze to the Wild West, this movie is its polar opposite. Relentless, brutal, bleak and filled with cynicism. The old days were bad, the present days are even worse and God knows what awaits in the future. Killing,…
Absolute flaming garbage, utterly unbearable girlboss-"Yes queen, slaaay" cinema made by people and for people who think Amy Dunne from Gone Girl is some kind of positive role model. Textbook example when a writer/director tries to do one of the most dangerous storytelling ropewalks (aka making it about an irredeemable sociopath) and falls right onto his face from ten feet high. Because he doesn't have the talent, the experience and the creative nuance to bring any complexity into it. As…
I'm actually really mad how a terrific and frighteningly realistic Aubery Plaza performance gets completly wasted in this deliberately obtuse, snail-paced and pseudo-smart pseudo-horror. It aims for some kind of subversive, meta-narrative spin about mental illness and broken, abusive relationships but results in being a boring mess that says nothing. A shining warning example when a writer/director is so much in love with his own material that the movie ends up disappearing in its own anus.