Revolver
Guy Ritchie's 'Revolver'. Where to start?
I love cinema more than most things - not just the film, but the experience of seeing a movie, sitting there in the dark bathed in the flickers and drenched in the stench of popcorn and stuck cola. I'll watch almost anything; on one quiet weekend I paid to see 'Resident Evil', twice. I even like Threes: Godfather III, Terminator III, I love all those thirds people don't rate. But 'Revolver' is one of very, very few films I actually considered walking out of.
It's not just a bad film; it may be the worst film ever made. It tries to be deep, yet it talks down to its audience, hammers their heads with endless repeated dialogue, uses captions as a substitute for thinking, worse than Deckert's voiceover in the pre-Cut Bladerunner. The premise - a convict spends seven years between a master con artist and a chess grandmaster, and through the walls of his cell learns how to execute the perfect crime - isn't fulfilled; even the camera angles aren't up to much. This is the film of a Guy who's just okay, thinking he's ten times better than he really is.
Time to face facts: Mr Madonna only had one movie in him. 'Snatch' was little more than a rescripting of 'Lock, Stock'; 'Swept Away' got swept under the carpet. And 'Revolver' seals Ritchie's fate. Walking out of the cinema, I felt cheated, cheated. Worse than M Knight Shamalamadingdong's betrayal with the weak ending of 'Signs'; beyond even that sorry overextended trailer called 'Fantastic Four'.
Go home, Ritchie. You're done here.
I love cinema more than most things - not just the film, but the experience of seeing a movie, sitting there in the dark bathed in the flickers and drenched in the stench of popcorn and stuck cola. I'll watch almost anything; on one quiet weekend I paid to see 'Resident Evil', twice. I even like Threes: Godfather III, Terminator III, I love all those thirds people don't rate. But 'Revolver' is one of very, very few films I actually considered walking out of.
It's not just a bad film; it may be the worst film ever made. It tries to be deep, yet it talks down to its audience, hammers their heads with endless repeated dialogue, uses captions as a substitute for thinking, worse than Deckert's voiceover in the pre-Cut Bladerunner. The premise - a convict spends seven years between a master con artist and a chess grandmaster, and through the walls of his cell learns how to execute the perfect crime - isn't fulfilled; even the camera angles aren't up to much. This is the film of a Guy who's just okay, thinking he's ten times better than he really is.
Time to face facts: Mr Madonna only had one movie in him. 'Snatch' was little more than a rescripting of 'Lock, Stock'; 'Swept Away' got swept under the carpet. And 'Revolver' seals Ritchie's fate. Walking out of the cinema, I felt cheated, cheated. Worse than M Knight Shamalamadingdong's betrayal with the weak ending of 'Signs'; beyond even that sorry overextended trailer called 'Fantastic Four'.
Go home, Ritchie. You're done here.
posted by chrisworth at 11:55 PM
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