Sunday, June 24, 2012

Reservoir Dogs (1992)

Mr Blonde is a happy chap as he gets
a 'job' after coming out of the locker
No question about it, Quentin's film making skills are beyond reproach. Clearly the film moves along with deliberate direction. It is very watch-able from scene to scene. The characters are strong albeit cliched. Michael Masden is certainly scary as Mr Blonde. The underlying tone of violence hooks you from the first scene at the restaurant until the first bit of blood. Then it's almost like an early denouement when the first sights of blood occur. The dialogue is good but in parenthesis I would like to know what the 'f' word count for the whole film is and does everybody in the underworld really talk exactly like that? I don't remember that word being used in any early gangster films of the forties and did those characters make any less of an impact because of it? I think not as Edward G Robinson and James Cagney, to mention the better known nasties of that era proved. Anyway, this film is certainly going for the jugular trying to shock. Trouble with it is that they have to try even harder next time, as Tarantino proved in Pulp Fiction. Ultimately pretty juvenile bordering on cartoon violence. I wouldn't trade it for Key Largo or The Big Sleep.

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