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Exploring the underbelly and outliers
Including 68 Kill, The Hitman’s Bodyguard, Logan Lucky, and Menashe
68 Kill: One look and you know these people are ready to party.
You know what I’d like to do? I’ll tell you what I’d like to do. I’d like to host a redneck film festival. Maybe not this year, what with all the awfulness surrounding disenfranchised white folks, or at least white folks who feel disenfranchised even though they can afford a pretty sweet Dodge Challenger to use as an assault vehicle. But someday.
Movie
Hitman's Bodyguard *
Ryan Reynolds is very good at layering a hard candy shell of wisecracks over a gooey caramel center of emotion. Samuel L. Jackson is very good at snapping between glowering menace and cackling affability. And director Patrick Hughes is very good at letting the viewer know he’s hip to his own action movie absurdities. Those are the virtues on display here. Perhaps for some, they will be enough to overcome its stars’ halfhearted debate over relative moralities and softheaded argument over whether it’s better to plan for life or just let it happen. Perhaps they’ll even be enough to cover over the godawful, bleary-smeary, washed-out visuals; the Frankenstein of a blues/hard-rock/kitsch-pop soundtrack; and the slumming schtick of Gary Oldman as a dumb dictator from Belarus and Salma Hayek as a foulmouthed and expertly lethal cocktail waitress at <em>La Cucaracha</em>. As <em>48 hours</em>, <em>Lethal Weapon</em>, <em>et alia</em> have demonstrated, people love a good black and white buddy comedy. And who knows? They may even love a not so good one.
Winter’s Bone would be in there. And Deliverance, naturally. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, perhaps. Oh, and The Big Country, for that great performance from Burl Ives. And for the midnight show, we might screen this week’s 68 Kill, just for laffs. Dunno about Logan Lucky, though. Scott was...unimpressed.
But rednecks aren’t the only exotic subculture to be found onscreen this week. You’ve got French midwives, Chilean poets, Japanese artists, and frum Fathers, and those are just the new releases. (Some fun stuff getting hauled out of storage this week, including Unforgiven tonight at Cinepolis.)
Sadly, it’s not all strange little corners of the universe. There’s a standard issue buddy comedy and botched coming of age story out there, too.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Exploring the underbelly and outliers
Including 68 Kill, The Hitman’s Bodyguard, Logan Lucky, and Menashe
Exploring the underbelly and outliers
Including 68 Kill, The Hitman’s Bodyguard, Logan Lucky, and Menashe
68 Kill: One look and you know these people are ready to party.
You know what I’d like to do? I’ll tell you what I’d like to do. I’d like to host a redneck film festival. Maybe not this year, what with all the awfulness surrounding disenfranchised white folks, or at least white folks who feel disenfranchised even though they can afford a pretty sweet Dodge Challenger to use as an assault vehicle. But someday.
Movie
Hitman's Bodyguard *
Ryan Reynolds is very good at layering a hard candy shell of wisecracks over a gooey caramel center of emotion. Samuel L. Jackson is very good at snapping between glowering menace and cackling affability. And director Patrick Hughes is very good at letting the viewer know he’s hip to his own action movie absurdities. Those are the virtues on display here. Perhaps for some, they will be enough to overcome its stars’ halfhearted debate over relative moralities and softheaded argument over whether it’s better to plan for life or just let it happen. Perhaps they’ll even be enough to cover over the godawful, bleary-smeary, washed-out visuals; the Frankenstein of a blues/hard-rock/kitsch-pop soundtrack; and the slumming schtick of Gary Oldman as a dumb dictator from Belarus and Salma Hayek as a foulmouthed and expertly lethal cocktail waitress at <em>La Cucaracha</em>. As <em>48 hours</em>, <em>Lethal Weapon</em>, <em>et alia</em> have demonstrated, people love a good black and white buddy comedy. And who knows? They may even love a not so good one.
Winter’s Bone would be in there. And Deliverance, naturally. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, perhaps. Oh, and The Big Country, for that great performance from Burl Ives. And for the midnight show, we might screen this week’s 68 Kill, just for laffs. Dunno about Logan Lucky, though. Scott was...unimpressed.
But rednecks aren’t the only exotic subculture to be found onscreen this week. You’ve got French midwives, Chilean poets, Japanese artists, and frum Fathers, and those are just the new releases. (Some fun stuff getting hauled out of storage this week, including Unforgiven tonight at Cinepolis.)
Sadly, it’s not all strange little corners of the universe. There’s a standard issue buddy comedy and botched coming of age story out there, too.
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