||[Jun. 26th, 2004|06:14 pm]
This movie is supposed to be the cutting edge of cool. Actually it's as brutal as Charles Bronson (whom its star resembles) and as sentimental as Little Nell. Sentimentality and brutality- the extreme edges of the map of human emotion, but shape the thing into a globe and the two rub shoulders. |
And sentimentality and brutality are all there is in this movie. The hinterland- the exploration of which may occasionally justify the odd ear-slicing or death-bed speech- is left unvisited.
Oh, but I hate tough guys with marshmallow centres. I don't believe in them. A psychopath is a psychopath is a psychopath. Kitano is happy to stick chopsticks into eyeballs and shoot corpses full of holes but he's such a tender-hearted sweetie round his little doll of a wife (who's dying from leukemia). No, no, no!
Movies like this lie about the human condition.