|Starring||Blake Lively, Taylor Kitsch, Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Benicio Del Toro, John Travolta, Salma Hayek|
|Release||6 JUL (US) 21 SEP (UK) Certificate 15|
From the offset, Savages seems out of touch with its audience as we're introduced to O's infuriatingly omniscient narration with the line "Just because I'm telling you this story, doesn't mean I'm alive at the end of it." It makes you want to shout "I get it - this isn't my first film. Just get on with it." Throughout, the clunkers keep on coming; O's voiceover as a dead-eyed Chon pounds away at her - "I have orgasms, Chon has wargasms" - is destined to go down as one of 2012's worst lines.
And yet, from time to time, the film redeems itself. Taylor-Johnson is particularly good as Buddhist Ben, the calm voice of reason to Chon's man of violent action, proving himself to be a versatile actor, even if Ben isn't really all that much of a stretch. Standout performances come from del Toro as the ever threatening Lado, a sleazebag killer with Anil Kapoor's hair. Then there's Travolta, who switches up between desperate exasperation and 'man in the know' so frequently that I honestly can't tell if he was turning in one of the best comic performances of his career, or one of the worst performances of anyone's career ever. It's probably the latter.
Meanwhile, Salma Hayek phones in a terrible villain and Emile Hirsch... well he certainly showed up, and was presumably on time. Yes, any credit for Hirsch's involvement in this film has to be for his punctuality, because I have no idea what else he was doing on screen.
At least Stone's direction allows the film to be visually interesting. With occasional surreal sequences that helps lend O an ephemeral quality during head-spinning moments of the script, Stone flits between desaturated and oversaturated colours; a vibrant palette that help Savages become as stylish as everyone was hoping.
It's just a shame that the rest of the movie is bit of a mess, as if it's trying to make a particularly important point without ever really knowing what it is. The very character of Ophelia, for example - complete with frequent references to Shakespeare without ever really drawing parallels between the two - is presented as the main character, then spends most of the film sidelined. For what purpose? So that her pointless, infrequent narration could lend the film an air of importance? Who knows.
Frustratingly, there is the suggestion of a far more interesting story to be told here in Ben having to eschew his Buddhist beliefs and moral values by turning to violence and bloodshed in order to rescue O. This crumbling of a young guy's fabric, seeing him become a man significantly different to the one that O loves to begin with, is unfortunately barely hinted at, marginalised in favour of oddball humour and guns and action and stuff.
Between the piss-poor dialogue, scripting issues and an unforgivably confusing 'cheat' ending, the film is a tonal disaster; one that will have you rolling your eyes so many times you'll get dizzy. And yet... and yet... there's still some fun to be had here if you forget the connotations of 'the new Oliver Stone movie' and try to enjoy the ride. You just have to go in with tempered expectations, the kind of which are capable only by more sophisticated minds than mine.
Ha, ha! VAG. Still makes me laugh.
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