Before the Devil Knows You're Dead -- Of Boredom!
¡Bonjour friends of the Bloggerreich!
Now I rarely walk into a theatre knowing little about the film I’m going to see. The last (and only) time I can remember doing this, I saw Almost Famous. So ignorance was working out pretty well for me up until Thanksgiving break. Over break, my parents and I saw a little film called Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead starring Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Ethan Hawke, Marisa Tomei, and Albert Finney. My mom claimed that the critics were raving about this picture, so we wanted to know what all the fuss was about. And now we do. Boy, was THAT a mistake.
Here are a couple of things I found problematic with BTDKYD:
- Learn a little something from your peers’ mistakes…
- Typecasting: when it works and when it FAILS
Also, Amy Ryan was fantastic in Gone Baby Gone. Why did they hire her to play the same role in this film? It might be blasphemy, but why couldn't she and Marisa swap parts? I'm sure Amy's boobs are just as fantastic as Marisa's. They’re actors for Pete’s sake – maybe they should be challenged to do their jobs.
- A little movie called Momento
- Addendum
I feel as if I'm being a little harsh, there were a few things BTDKYD did well. After all, despite its obvious comparisons, Devil is not We Suck the Night.
A) Motherfucking Ethan Hawke. He may have played a doughy-bodied divorcee with a demeanor that was just as soft and pliable, but Hawke rocked it. Best part of this proverbial train wreck.
B) As Comrade Alisa pointed out ever so sagely, the Hoff's character is gay. If you're going to subject yourself to this monstrosity, take note: remember that first sex scene I was raving about earlier? Well, he's giving it to Marisa Tomei in the butt. Unfortunately, this scene is still not hot. We at Hotter as a Faun give it our stamp of DISAPPROVAL.
Best,
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