is an incoherent train-wreck. If you've seen the trailer, the whole movie looks and sounds like that: it's the same washed-out look that Tony Scott used in some of the more surreal parts of Man On Fire
, but this time the whole movie
is like that. Also, the stuttering, echo-delayed voiceovers are also like that, through the whole movie.
It's a cute trick once or twice, but not for two hours. It's a cute trick once or twice, but not for two hours.
The plot, such as it is, is about a bank robbery run by idiots. They end up dismembering somebody because of basically a pun. There's an interminable Jerry Springer bit -- it was probably ten minutes long but it felt like hours -- that has absolutely nothing to do with the plot of the movie. Like, someone thought, "ha ha, I wrote this funny thing about how Jerry Springer is funny, let's just stick that in here too." It is not, of course, funny. At all.
And yet, this movie couldn't decide whether it wanted to be a stupid slapstick comedy, or a bleak look at some fucked up peoples' lives, or a music video, or just an excuse to watch Keira Knightley pout for two hours. They really should have just gone with that last one.
She spun trance, which was a little surprising, and occasionally sang over it. It was not bad as such things go. It took about 30 minutes before the crowd realized that there was no need for them to all just stand there and stare at her.
Halou: I love Halou, but this show was fucking intolerable. There was this insanely loud hum through the entire show: it was almost loud enough to drown out the vocals. I think it was even harder to take because I knew and liked the songs. It was like this little hammer that kept whacking me in the head: "Ow, quit it. Ow, quit it. Ow, quit it." I can't believe they continued the show with this instead of just stopping and fixing it.
Robin Guthrie: They finally got the hum fixed before he started, but by that time I think I was too annoyed to give him much of a chance. I only stayed for about 5 minutes of his set, which, as far as I could tell, was him playing the first ten seconds of "Welcome to the Machine" by Pink Floyd over and over and over and over and over again. And they weren't even selling heroin at the bar! What were they thinking!