Sin Is A Choice.
A lawyer finds himself in far over his head when he attempts to get involved in drug trafficking.
A lawyer finds himself in far over his head when he attempts to get involved in drug trafficking.
Michael Fassbender Penélope Cruz Cameron Diaz Javier Bardem Brad Pitt Bruno Ganz Rosie Perez Sam Spruell Toby Kebbell Edgar Ramírez Rubén Blades Natalie Dormer Goran Visnjic Cesar Aguirre Daniel Holguín Christopher Obi Richard Cabral Provence Maydew Paris Jefferson Dar Dash Alex Hafner Andrea Deck Emma Rigby Eben Young Richard Brake Barbara Durkin Giannina Facio Velibor Topic Juan José Rodríguez Show All…
El abogado del crimen, 玩命法则, 黑权大状, 法律顾问, The Counsellor, El Consejero, Le conseiller, 카운슬러, The Counselor - UR, Cartel
Recipe for a movie that'll piss people off: Jacobean + Euclidean + Hegelian. Can't really fault anyone for hating this (Andrew O'Hehir just tweeted "The Counselor isn't merely terrible. It may be the worst movie ever made"), but its pitiless anti-narrative played for me like a pure, uncut version of No Country, one without the hand-wringing old men. Was only bothered by the philosophizing at first, when I (naturally) assumed it would be occasional and intrusive; once it completely took over the movie, with the entire supporting cast turning unapologetically logorrheic, rolling with it wasn't hard.
"But what's the point?!" Just a portrait of hubris, really. This'll sound kinda bizarre, but The Counselor is essentially the same story as…
The Fass as a lawyer who fucks with the wrong mother fuckers in Ridley Scott's cluster-fuck. Pillow-talk. A finger-fuck. Fuckin' illegals. Expensive-as-fuck diamonds. A pool party. Taking a piss in the desert. The key to rapid-weight-loss is to eat dog food. A cool dog. Cool-as-fuck cheetahs. Holy fuckin' 1992; it's Rosie Perez. 206 MPH is fuckin' fast! Peterson speaks Portuguese. Polo, the sport not the clothing line. Carlos the priest. I'm going to fuck your car! Too gynecological to be sexy. Cum-cleaning socks. Extreme-decapitation. Brad's hat. The fuckin' Cartel. Javier's blank-eyes. Uncle fuckin' Hank! Grief is worthless. Ruben fuckin' Blades takes a nap. A rally for the missing. You can depend on Americans. Brad's ironic fate. Hola! You can sell diamonds on Mars. What a cast. What a fuckin' mess. The Razzie for the worst performance by an actress this decade goes to Cameron-I-fuck-cars-Diaz.
A lot has been made about who is to blame for The Counselor’s numerous failings. Is it Ridley Scott’s fault for not understanding the tone of Cormac McCarthy’s script or is it that the script that was delivered was always beyond saving? In truth the answer doesn’t matter as they are both responsible for this fatalistic bore-fest of a film as a slick lawyer finds himself in trouble when he enters the murky world of drug trafficking.
I suppose The Counselor should be a disappointment given the quality of its writer and star-studded cast but given Scott’s rather woeful track record in recent years the leaden results are hardly surprising. Despite being responsible for two of my all time favourite…
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That isn't regulation screen wash, Cameron.
Under normal circumstances, any person that happens to have made Alien and Blade Runner in their career in film direction has very little excuse for making a film like The Counselor. But Ridley Scott has now made so few films in the last 25 years that have even managed to slightly interest me that he actually has plenty of excuse. He's just not very good at all any more.
The Counselor is a terrible film. An amateurish, lazy, completely unfocused, mind-numbingly boring and monstrously stupid film that had me shifting uncomfortably from its opening scene. At least you can say that it started as it meant to go…
A glorified mess of artificiality, The Counselor is a cerebral Tarantino-esque morality tale. No quickfire snazzy dialogue, but rapid philosophical treaties about fate, destiny and everything in between.
The Counselor juxtaposes medium and intent astoundingly well by creating what is obviously a straightforward crime yarn and ripping from it everything that would encompass that genre, infusing it with distancing artificiality spiraling towards grim reality, all the while highlighting the inevitability of life and ending with pitch black clarity as to what it is about. You don't fuck fate, fate fucks you.
With in your face foreshadowing, dead pan satirization of the banality of life (death, love, sex, take your pick) and disjointing yet rich and deep language, it is not…
Cameron Diaz squeegees a windshield with her labia in this.
"we will not be diminished by the brevity of our lives."
"when you cease to exist, the world that you have created will also cease to exist."
i've never truly bought into mccarthy's mercilessly cruel & fatalistic worldview, but something about the aggressively masculine, contradictory & primal existentialism he wanders here, as unsubtle as it is, is deeply fascinating to me. and accompanied by some of ridley scott's most vivid, richly detailed mise-en-scène & an almost restrained hyperbole (something his brother tony played with exceedingly well), i could probably watch this movie on repeat. each viewing i find myself latching onto something new & this time i found myself captivated by all the sequences of process... the casual, mundane ways areas are covered with…
Like many others, I've spent the last years pretty much loathing Ridley Scott - shoddy handheld images with relentless CGI all delivered in a monotonous color schemes. So here's something different: straightforward shots, exacting compositions, layers of depth, very specific backgrounds and uses of mise-en-scene, and camera dollies all on direct straight lines. I’ve never been more excited to see a filmmaker abandon his “style.” In The Counselor, there are no blending of spaces; each place has its very own distinct visual look (the yellow hued Juarez, the pure white home of Counselor, Bardem’s garish purple wall and excessive TV screens),and each character his own individual identity (see Fassbender's clean cut black shirt and khakis against Bardem's outlandish hair and…
"If you pursue this road, that you have embarked upon, you will eventually come to moral decisions that will take you completely by surprise."
Cormac McCarthy is all about ideas. All of his works revolve around a central thought. In The Road it was the goodness of man in a world depraved of it; in Blood Meridian is was man's lust for satisfaction through violence and the lengths they go to achieve it; and in No Country For Old Men it was the inevitable change in society, and how it is taking a turn for the worse. The Counselor is no different.
The Counselor's primary idea is that of a destroyed society and way of life; as well as the…
on second thought maybe I won't pursue a life of crime
Ridley Scott's The Counselor is a devilishly twisted and desolate morality play, supported with a screenplay of immaculate nihilism and dangerously sexy performances.
The direction is vibrant yet depressing, the deaths are both comic and disturbing, and the themes on display are playfully out of reach.
Michael Fassbender gives a sympathetic and layered perfomance, portraying an individual that doesn't understand his situation. His acting is incredible, and when he finally understands his situation, it's a moment that couldn't be more powerful.
Basically, this is Cormac Mccarthy at his most untamed. You thought No Country for Old Men was rough? At least hope is at the end of the tunnel in that film....
Yeah, stay away if you prefer happy movies.
And yet, Ridley Scott fills the film's canvas with a multitude of poetic imagery, most of which foreshadow and portray the utter hopelessness that surrounds these characters.
In short, it's underrated as hell.
An all-star cast totally wasted. The actors weren't bad, but they were given next to nothing to work with. To me everyone was on the same level. The movie is just so boring no one was able to shine. No one was really better than anyone else and no one was worse than anyone else. The script is nothing short of terrible. A lot of people have been complaining about the dialogue, I didn't have a problem with it.
This movie screamed potential during some scenes. But all in all The Counselor falls flat on its' face. Seriously basically nothing happens the entire movie. This guy is talking to this guy. Next scene. This guy talks to this girl. Next…
Der Mut zur phlegmatischen Behäbigkeit, mit dem The Counselor um seine eigene Ereignislosigkeit herumtrudelt, ist ganz prima. Und der geringe Payoff bei unkonventionell angeschlossener Grausamkeit ein gelungener Tritt ins Gesicht derer, die an seiner zirkulierenden Erzählweise vorher schon rummeckerten.
So richtig gut funktionieren die Diaz als versuchte femme fatale und ihr prätentiöses Geparden-Blabla dann aber leider nicht, sondern sie nervt. Auch ist die pseudoexistenzielle Sexbesessenheit fast aller Figuren bei gleichzeitiger Hollywood-Bravheit eher peinlich. Schade.
Was in the mood for just a “garbage crime movie,” last night and decided to rewatch The Counselor and boy did I forget how trash this movie is. It’s fun as hell at times, but man, just a real stinker.
I think what led me back to it was watching Sicario the other night and wanting something similar, but wasn’t in the right head space to watch No Country again, so settled on this.
I guess there’s a few redeeming parts. I mean, you can’t say that the actors didn’t “go for it” in their parts. Bardem is like the definition of “going for it” in this. Pitt
It’s just undeservedly nihilistic, over-wrought, over acted. Bardem was a trip though and seedy Pitt is a great Pitt, but goddamn was Fassbender miss-casted. Think he’s a great actor, but the accent was trash and it felt like watching a sentient 2x4.
Scenariusz to przegadana, kiczowato-intelektualna przypowieść, która mogłaby nawet zagrać - ale nie w rękach takiego rzeźnika jak Scott. FATALNY Fassbend
Ooof. This was underwhelming considering who was in front of and behind the camera. Pretty terrible script. First half was all over the place, middle sort of figured it out and then a super depressing ending.
Don’t think there’s ever been a second in my life where Cameron Diaz has endeared herself to me. Here, that streak continues. But the highest compliment I can give to The Counselor is it makes her unhinged, ratchet, self-satisfied energy palatable. Then you put together three of Hollywood's most notorious Lotharios to really bring out the sleaze. As greedy business partners who set their own downfall in motion, Michael Fassbender, Javier Bardem, and Brad Pitt have a feast in this fatalistic black comedy of errors. Not that there's much competition but I'd honestly say it's the third or fourth best movie Ridley Scott's made in the past two decades. It takes a certain pleasure in crossing the line. Two words: Chekhov's garrote. 7/10 cautionary stones
The bleak hopelessness of finding oneself in an an unreasonable world. Things once relied on, money, attractiveness, charm, logic, mercy, all are disregarded. There is no reasoning with them, only acceptance of the magnitude of the choices that led you here.
This is one of Ridley Scott’s best films and its unlike any other film. Slick, star-studded and nihilistic. Fassbender’s descent into a world that is entirely out of his control is difficult to watch in ways that I haven’t before experienced.
Watch this, it’s not normal.
It's hated much but there is a grey area of perspective where you can totally enjoy it & it's so worth it
Some amazing deaths in this movie . A great Fassbender performance in a very compelling even if sometimes confusing movie .
Way better than I expected.
Lol this movie is funny but feels ways too long since it somehow succeeded in neutralizing any trace of tension that was created by whatever the story is about. Stilted dialogue amidst a bunch of disconnected scenes involving some really lawl characters who are all completely offbeat. Diaz plays some sort of cat spirit who fucks a car?
...with the "feature length hybrid of video featurettes and audio commentary by Director/Producer Ridley Scott" entitled Truth of the Situation: Making of The Counselor.
The intellectual and aesthetic equivalent of Red Bull and vodka. Loathesome. Everyone sucks. Fassbender’s accent is cartoonish. Diaz and Bardem are absolute clowns—Bardem is merely embarrassing; Diaz is so bad it almost hurts. Brad Pitt is watchable but speaks in dumb riddles and dresses like Alan Jackson at a wedding. God, what a waste of a budget, and some talented people, and some decent cinematography. Oh, and also two hours.
Why are there cheetahs in this movie?
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