A small
criminal needs to decide if he wants to kill the lover of his wife.
Among
cinema fans there is one peculiar kind of guy. I think we all met him at least
once. He is the guy who just loves to repeat his favorite bits of dialogue over
and over. In my personal experience it was the “Taxi Driver” bit, “You talking to
me?!” said again and again at least an hundred times.
If you are
that kind of guy you are going to love “44 Inch Chest”. This movie is just full
of quotable dialogue and snarky character. Up to a certain extent this is pure acting
that we can watch here.
Add to the
mix a bunch of talented character actor, arguably the best kind, led by a Ray
Winstone in perfect shape and you should have a recipe for success.
The problem
starts when we realize that this movie literally goes nowhere. The little
tidbit of plot that I, as usual, put on the top of the page is literally all
the movie. I don’t want to spoiler things but this is really all that happens,
it’s a movie about a decision. An important decision played out trough wonderful
dialogues interpreted by gifted actors but just one decision nonetheless.
So the end
sensation is one of underwhelming, like watching a long prelude that led
nowhere.
Fans of
this kind of stuff will enjoy it but for the rest of us is really too little
for a full feature movie.
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