Masculinity, mythos, and the bubble of private imagination that gets bred from a life spent in isolation. At times awkward, consistently uneven, and with an ending that felt like it needed another reel. But despite all this a brilliant performance from Tom Hardy, and a sense of look and art direction might just maybe might make this NWR's most subtle work. Which is saying something in and of itself.
For an aspiring Cinematographer, stylistically and visually this film makes me want to run around Larry Smith in circles worshiping him, then climb into his head and look out of his eyes and see how the magic happens (in a film way, not a sex way, ya filthy animals) Also, Tom Hardy is so good (and ya can see his willy at the end...whose the filthy animal now.)
Mon premier Winding Refn et c'était archi cool. Le rôle est endossé par Tom Hardy avec brio. Le personnage est à la fois bien campé et toujours un peu indécis avec notamment les multiples strates de narration qui semble souligner la folie du personnage. L'emprisonnement accroît la folie du personnage dans son désir de gloire et de reconnaissance : il trouve en la prison un meilleur asile.
0. What a horrendous filmmaker. Always bombastic and emphatic, demonstrative and explanatory, showing "talent" and "style" that actually redound in its self-redundancy. It seems to be much appreciated what is even in accordance with the noise for anything, absolutely anything and whatever, we live.
Get a washing machine, fill it with broken glass, acid, dynamite, strobe lights, million watt sub-woofer and a mountain of cocaine; close the lid and put it on tumble dry. Then after 2 mins, open the lid and your head in the machine. This is what the film is like, the even more autistic & anarchic heir to the throne of Kubrick, which is Nicholas Winding Refn, all hail the king & his prince Tom Hardy.. Who's Brian?