sheer pornography and some boring speech

Rating: 4/10 (22 February 2008)

We all are turned on when we watch "graphic" violence, aren't we? Blood on the walls, holes in the head, tough men darning their own wounds Rambo-like are graphic or not? Who knows. But here's another flick with the usual omnipotent killer going around America killing at will and finding out where his victims are thanks to a 6th sense or maybe a radio device that apparently beeps at 100 yards and still allows him to find the target in the immensity of Texas. Terminator had more verisimilitude. But who cares? You got the madman killing scores, and a couple of directors very good at creating suspense and at dropping cinematic stunts and unusual narrative tricks to make you wow! Maybe it is thanks to this will to be different (see, or better don't see, how the main character dies, for instance) that we don't have to stand the overused time overlaps in Tarantino's fashion or same-fact-from-different-point-of-view narrative like Inarritu docet. Instead, as pauses in the relish of this bloodbath, we are offered some pointless tirades by old men that are probably meant to be deep and worth a prize for screenplay. High class rubbish: is this the best American cinema can offer nowadays?