cleeds-27588
Joined Sep 2018
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Probably the most stupid movie I have ever seen, and I write as someone who liked Pulp Fiction and Reservoir Dogs. The only person that comes out of it well is the casting director who managed somehow (presumably Tarantino's name) to get great actors to waste themselves on it.
The script (I assume Tarantino, who can do better, phoned his ideas in and someone else finished it off - literally) is a completely inept attempt at ironic pulp noir dialog but misses it by a mile. Hopper, Walken and Oldman are stuck with overwrought nonsense to chew their way through.
The spoof overdone violence was done better by Monty Python's version of Peckinpah. The portrayal of Mafia was tired, leaning on funny accents and slapstick, and looked sad and dated in comparison to any Scorsese movie, The Godfather or The Sopranos.
The two leads try hard to portray an unjustifiable transition from someone who is far to nice to make it as a call girl (a strained and unnecessary salacious piece of plotting anyway), who is suddenly able to overcome James Gandolfini with a corkscrew, and a mild mannered guy who works in a shop, who becomes an ultra-violent maniacal killer who goes on a killing spree out of petty jealousy spurred on by the ghost of Elvis for no discernible reason except a vaguely 50s road trip nostalgia which fails to sustain enough to give the film some ambience.
You can guess the entire movie by simply reading a plot synopsis and watching the trailer, no need at all to use up 90 minutes on it.
The script (I assume Tarantino, who can do better, phoned his ideas in and someone else finished it off - literally) is a completely inept attempt at ironic pulp noir dialog but misses it by a mile. Hopper, Walken and Oldman are stuck with overwrought nonsense to chew their way through.
The spoof overdone violence was done better by Monty Python's version of Peckinpah. The portrayal of Mafia was tired, leaning on funny accents and slapstick, and looked sad and dated in comparison to any Scorsese movie, The Godfather or The Sopranos.
The two leads try hard to portray an unjustifiable transition from someone who is far to nice to make it as a call girl (a strained and unnecessary salacious piece of plotting anyway), who is suddenly able to overcome James Gandolfini with a corkscrew, and a mild mannered guy who works in a shop, who becomes an ultra-violent maniacal killer who goes on a killing spree out of petty jealousy spurred on by the ghost of Elvis for no discernible reason except a vaguely 50s road trip nostalgia which fails to sustain enough to give the film some ambience.
You can guess the entire movie by simply reading a plot synopsis and watching the trailer, no need at all to use up 90 minutes on it.
