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What a weird film. [This post is SPOILER CITY.]
Not that it wasn't high octane - but several things stood out for me...
The domestic violence plot with Drew Barrymore is very dark, and never really resolved. A man who can walk through fire without burning and kills the Creepy Thin Man without breaking a sweat falls from a high building after a brief, unclimactic fight with Dylan which he basically wins. She kills him - maybe - but all the same, she never beats him.
The rules of physics were bent in the first film, but they're just plain absent in this one, to the point where I kept getting thrown out of the story by the fact that the Angels and their adversary's periodically seem to be able to fly and dodge bullets in a Matrix-ish way.
What the Hell was going on with Crispin Glover's Creepy Thin Man? First he turns out to be a haircut fetishist, and then it transpires that he's in love with Dylan (or her hair) and that he only really communicates by squealing. He crops up a couple of times almost at random, apparently seeking to protect Dylan and her friends, and then gets impaled by Sean O'Grady. Here today, and gone tomorrow - what a waste.
The Heaven/Hell theme goes deep into the plot - the climax is positively Biblical. Old Angels crop up out of nowhere - first Demi Moore and then, um, whoever that other woman is - to give advice or question the Angelic ethic. Now, that's quite interesting, but remains largely unexplored and in any case, that kind of heritage/lineage notion seems a bit out of place in a turbo-hyped, stunt-driven candyfest like this one.
Just struck me as a very, very strange film. |
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