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Now, the way I understand it, some people who live in England don't much care for Ritchie because he adopted a Cockney accent, dubbed a "Mockney" accent. I don't know if this is true. Among my friends, we think he's ace. Lock Stock... and Snatch. are fab-you-lus flicks. Fun popcorn munchers. Nothing else. I saw Snatch. twice in the theatre (this was when I was in high school).
Just saw Revolver and... fuck him and fuck that movie. So here's how I thought it was going for the first half an hour of the six-hour running time: "Oh yeah. This is going to be a big con, like in The Sting or Ocean's Twelve. A big con in which I'll get all excited and shocked!" and "That Jason Statham is so hardcore with his gambling and his mustache!"
Half an hour after that, here's my thoughts: "What the fuck is going on? Uh, waiter, I didn't ask for overly complicated allegory in my soup!"
Go on IMDB's board and you'll see people arguing back and forth over the implicit and subtle meanings of the plot. Here's my two cents: no matter how you put it, Revolver is one of the most pretentious and incomprehensible films ever. Ever. One cannot successfully reconcile the entire plot in a sensible and complete manner. No matter what one argues, I will say, "That doesn't make sense in relation to this." Everything cannot be explained away by "Oh, but he's really just manipulating him, you see?" NO, fuck that.
Revolver made me think of Lynch's films. The saving grace in Lynch's films is that there is a myriad of successful solutions to the puzzle. For example, Mulholland Drive has a few different intrepretations that make sense, that work equally, but are mutually exclusive. Revolver on the other hand, has answers that never sync up, never resolve. Or, better yet, the incomprehensibility of Donnie Darko or Primer works much better than this haberdashery of convoluted metaphors.
There is no ending. There is no character arc or development. There is no "OMG" factor (like the end of The Usual Suspects). There is only moments where Jason Statham's characters wonders about the reality of his situation. It's an existensial metaphysical crime thriller with a heavyhanded and possibly Kabbalah-infused allegory.
I read quite often on the IMDB boards that people who don't like this film simply "don't get it". I disagree; there's nothing to get. It's intellectual wanking that
just
doesn't
work.
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