Rant on The Indian Runner and How I Didn't Like It.
Fiiinally managed to make it all the way through The Indian Runner. OMG I HATE IT SO MUCH.
Yep, there it is. Cult film, early Viggo, Sean Penn, all that. Hated it.
All the way through the film, I kept awake by coming up with criticism for shit. Like, the editing and camera work is like an MTV So Nineties show. The cam angles were just flailing all over the place. The soundtrack was just plastic fantastically laid out. I mean, come on, how can the low budget show Tour of Duty do a better job of setting a scene to Comin' Back To Me than a flick with these actors? The actors were the one redeeming feature for me, but that just made my brain hurt more for their efforts to lift the movie.
So, from someone who hated this film. For better Dennis Hopper; see Water World. For better Viggo; see Eastern Promises. For better David Morse, I don't care that it's a two minute part; see The Hurt Locker. For better Patricia Arquette; see True Romance. For better freaks; see Tod Browning's Freaks. For better Sporadic Scenes That Put Together Are Meant To Portray A Setting, An Era And People; see Lawrence of Arabia.
For better Jack Nietzsche scoring; see Death Proof. For better narrator; see Zombieland. For better Naked Guy Painted All White; see Powder. For better bar fights and more unpleasant violence; see A History of Violence or American History X. For better movie blood; see anything George Romero.
I could go on and on, because I really hated this movie.
Summary of movie, by me: Sometimes, white trash repressed people are sad, and this is very sad. Sadly, even though movie was mostly about how people were sad, the poor craftmanship of the movie prevented me from feeling sad at all. Instead, I sat the last twenty minutes hitting myself in the face with a beanbag to make it through the entire movie.
Yep, there it is. Cult film, early Viggo, Sean Penn, all that. Hated it.
All the way through the film, I kept awake by coming up with criticism for shit. Like, the editing and camera work is like an MTV So Nineties show. The cam angles were just flailing all over the place. The soundtrack was just plastic fantastically laid out. I mean, come on, how can the low budget show Tour of Duty do a better job of setting a scene to Comin' Back To Me than a flick with these actors? The actors were the one redeeming feature for me, but that just made my brain hurt more for their efforts to lift the movie.
So, from someone who hated this film. For better Dennis Hopper; see Water World. For better Viggo; see Eastern Promises. For better David Morse, I don't care that it's a two minute part; see The Hurt Locker. For better Patricia Arquette; see True Romance. For better freaks; see Tod Browning's Freaks. For better Sporadic Scenes That Put Together Are Meant To Portray A Setting, An Era And People; see Lawrence of Arabia.
For better Jack Nietzsche scoring; see Death Proof. For better narrator; see Zombieland. For better Naked Guy Painted All White; see Powder. For better bar fights and more unpleasant violence; see A History of Violence or American History X. For better movie blood; see anything George Romero.
I could go on and on, because I really hated this movie.
Summary of movie, by me: Sometimes, white trash repressed people are sad, and this is very sad. Sadly, even though movie was mostly about how people were sad, the poor craftmanship of the movie prevented me from feeling sad at all. Instead, I sat the last twenty minutes hitting myself in the face with a beanbag to make it through the entire movie.