I’d heard so much about Guy wire Ritchie’s Revolver before I entered that dark room this weekend. About a year agone I knowledgeable that Mr. Madonna had recruited Ray Liotta, Andre 3000, Vincent Pastore and muse Jason Statham, so naturally I was wired for this movie, especially after loving his first two movies, Lock Stock and the superb Snatch. To be honest, I didn’t think that Swept Away was all that bad, just I was soooo proud of with the news that he was returning to the genre where he made his name.
So, a year on and its finally in cinemas. I’d heard the first reviews. ‘Confusing’, ‘rubbish’ and even ‘worst film of the year’ were being quoted from the UK press. I thought to myself, ‘it can’t be that forged — can it?’ This is Guy Ritchie for God’s sake?" Well, I’ll save me opinion until after I attempt to explain the film’s patch.
Jake Park (Statham) is released from prison afterwards a seven-spot year stretch, presumably because of an incident with Ray Liotta’s character Dorothy Macha and a trio of goons named the ‘three Eddies’. After getting out, and making a ton of money gaming, due to a can’t-lose-formula he picked up in the agitate, Green heads back to Macha’s Vegas-styled casino, where he challenges him to a few ludicrous high stake bets. After doing him proscribed of a substantial measure of dosh, Macha sends out his henchman to ‘off him’, and convey his money back. And that’s most all I can decode.
The problem with this movie is that it’is too goddamn hard to follow. I mean, after learning of its complexity, I made a pointedness of concentrating extremely hard at the screening. I was okay until about halfway in, and then everything just sort of rambles out of control. Perhaps if all of the bloaks on the same side wore the same semblance of hats, and if they’d handed out a nice computer program with easy to read instructions, I might’ve been able to stay with it - but as it is, I was as bewildered as everyone else appears to take been.
I’ll begin with the plus points of the photographic film. It looks good. There’s a superb use of color, in that respect are some really tasty camerawork, and the editing is spot on, in particular in a scene toward the end of the film where a hit man goes demented in a house. This all nods to the superb work Ritchie achieved in Snatch. Then on that point are fairish performances by Statham and Ray Liotta, and Andre 3000 and even Vincent Pastore.
So what’s wrong? Well, where do I start. The first half of the movie is great. The opener was extremely cool, and I was enjoying myself right up until we have to a completely wasted Kill Bill style anime section about half way in. From this point on the only way to maintain the crowd following the bouncing ball, would’ve been to full point the movie about every 10 seconds and offer up an explanation as to what the hell the previous 10 seconds were all around. Guy power just as well have named this film "Lost." Because that’s exactly where the audience spends the second half of the film. And just when I thought I might’ve by some stroke of luck picked up the narrative thread and establish my way - in an inst I was Swept Out again.
None of this movie made sense. I’ve seen Ritchie in interviews saying that it’s all down to the single, and if they don’t get the movie, then they motivation to question their intelligence. Well, I consider myself to be the median moviegoer, with better than average cognitive skills and if I didn’t catch it, then neither volition the rest of the people stipendiary their intemperate earned cash to discover it. Revolving door obviously suffers from nerve-wracking to be too intelligent, and it’s also also damn long. Just when you think it’s over, and you’ve thanked the good almighty, you’re treated to a completely pointless final reel. At this point, both myself and the majority of other cinemagoers were praying for the picture to ending. Liotta even got vexation in the end, and so did Statham’s overused and repetitive voice-over.
I won’t go as far to say that this is the worst flick of the year, merely it’s up there. I actually best-loved Swept Away. At least you understood just what the blaze was passing on. Revolver is a colossal misfire, and word of honor of lip for this movie won’t be sound, especially as the picture promised so much, and delivered so little.
Guy, if this is your return to form, we’d all favor the Mrs. running round half naked on the beach.
I’m surprised that a Cat ?Ritchie film with such a noteworthy cast has not been released in the states - what’s the deal?
What the hell happened to Guy cable Ritchie, has Madonna sucked all the life force play out of his creativity? This picture show sucked as bad as the one he made with Madonna on the island.
Great movie! It’s to bad you don’t get it. But, then you are just