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TELL 'IM I'M COMING!
I've yet to meet anyone (who's actually seen it, mind) who didn't like The Limey. It seems to have it all - as most of the posts here have said - in a very "B" way. There's a lovely fluidity to the shooting, and there's something quite satisfying about Stamp's resilience and appearance in it. It's judged just right, though the rhyming slang is a bit off - but then, that's a Soderbergh thing, if Cheadle's "Barney Rubble" bit in Ocean's 11 is anything to go by. True, it does pull a bit from Point Blank, but I think it's just taking that whole idea of laid-back California that pervades some films, and using that to offset the massive tension that's brought Wilson to the US in the first place. A nice balance, methinks.
If you get the chance, watch the flick with Soderbergh (and the writer or producer?, whose name I've forgotten?) commenting on the action. It's great; particular invective is directed towards a certain journo...
The Hit was a real surprise-package for me. Stamp's accepting calm as the grass who's been waiting for the killers to come is fantastic - which is possibly why the ending is so unsatisfying, in my view; it lets the rest of the film down by collapsing into something that seems uncharacteristic of the hard-nut figure Stamp's meant to be. All the way up to that, though, it's incredibly interesting; much like a quick sketch of Wilson-to-come, it's a good b-flick made on a sub-TV-movie budget. Retitled (ie: get rid of the fucking neon-look cards) and without the wanky Clapton-toss opening theme, I think it'd go great guns on a rerelease.
Tim Roth, however, is great as the easily-swayed wideboy... |
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