Not as emotionally captivating as Bone Tomahawk and Brawl in Cell Block 99, but there’s a strange grit, humor and ugliness I can’t honestly explain. It’s a visceral crime drama comprising mostly of a conversations in cars that has a mature and entrancing Tarantino feel to it.
This is a wet dream for “movie details” folk with its heavy use of visual meaning and implication. It benefits from over-indulging in its passion for horror and absurdity, while sustaining a comedic tone that reinforces the relatable personalities of our protagonists.
While my issue involves giving away too much, I enjoyed symbolically relating the doppelgänger antagonists to the inadequacies of the heroes and their fight against their insecurities. At times, it’s indicative of the undertones of New French Extremity,…