Jim Jarmusch’s ‘psychedelic Western’, with Johnny Depp as the accountant from Ohio who ends up at the very edge of the West in a hellish frontier town called Machine with no money, no job and no friends. It’s not long before he becomes an accidental outlaw, and the object of ever-increasing bounties on his head thanks to a wronged local boss, fearsomely played by Robert Mitchum.
However, help is at hand in the form of gnomic Native American known as Nobody (Gary Farmer). Cue shootouts, chases, conversations and some rather odd moments – and all in black and white. Recommended.
The Last Run
Dull, tedious chase movie with no tension, despite George C Scott’s immense presence. Director Richard Fleischer seems to suck the life out of this ‘one last job’ movie about a getaway driver in his Autumn years.
The Return Of The Musketeers
Lester and his lead actors do it all ver again, twenty years later. It was to be the death of Kinnear, and unhinged though I may sound, new addition Thomas C Howell (Soul Man, FFS) is the best thing about it, as Athos’ exasperated son. Frankly, it’s risible.
Interlocking-lives black comedy, with a wealth of made-it-big-in-America Irish talent (Colin Farrell, Cillian Murphy, Colm Meaney, Bryan F O’Byrne) returning to the Emerald Isle for this enjoyable piece of silliness, ably assisted by some well-known Scottish actors (Kelly McDonald, Shirley Henderson).
One of theatre director John Crowley’s few forays into movie work, and I’d judge it – like his subsequent thoughtful Bulger killer analogue film, Boy A – a success. Both were written by Mark O’Rowe, who also did Perrier’s Bounty, which I also rated.
Spike Lee’s longtime cinematographer Ernest Dickerson is modestly successful with his directorial debut, a hood film that never quite escapes the cliches, but keeps you interested throughout.
Four young chaps in Harlem – Khalil Kain, Tupac Shakur, Omar Epps and Huggy Hopkins – hang out and get up to minor bits of mischief. Then things escalate, and before you know it, it’s all got out of control. Never really gets you believing, but some proficient performances and one excellent one, from Epps.