Finally, an answer to the question, “What if you’d given a young Quentin Tarantino 10 tons of snow, Liam Neeson and a Liam Neeson-sized budget?” “Cold Pursuit” (2019) is a quentenssential contradiction – a dark comedy in the middle of a blizzard. This bloody adaptation of a Norwegian film starts so tragically (Liam’s defending his family again, this time after the fact), I didn’t realize it was a comedy until much later. It’s as if there were two directors steering this film in opposite directions, yet still almost making it home intact. Certainly one of the most interesting efforts of 2019.
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I swear, some people would praise David Lynch if he barfed. The problem with “Wild at Heart” (1990) is that he’s trying too hard to be stylish and not nearly hard enough to be good. Summary: Older, crazy, alcoholic rednecks are trying to kill younger, stupid, chain-smoking rednecks. Nicolas Cage plays himself, but with an Elvis accent. Laura Dern stars in her own porn movie within the actual movie. Diane Ladd plays the same character twice – with a Southern accent and without, sometimes in the same scene, sometimes in the same sentence. They’re all surrounded by gross weirdos. And barf.
You know the annoying guy who sits next to you on the airplane/bus/subway and won’t shut up, and then gets all weird when you try to end the one-way conversation? Woody Harrelson made an entire movie about him. “Wilson” (2017) is fascinatingly entertaining, in that I was fascinated that I found it entertaining. I have always held that it’s impossible to cure America of mass murderers because there are so many weird, middle-aged-loner white guys that don’t become mass murderers. They just stay weird. And lonely. And (mostly) harmless. And possibly misunderstood. And now they have movies made about them.
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