This so went over my head when I originally saw it when I was in 10th Grade. Exactly what a satirical melodrama in the 1990's should look (those lights!) and sound (that cheesy rock/pop/electronic/industria soundtrack) like. .
I'm continually astounded as to how most audiences so totally miss the satiric heart of Verhoeven's American period. If this isn't a cruelly opulent repackaging of the American dream, I don't know what is.
A determidly vulgar and brash surface belies the satiric undercurrent of this monstrous child of a film. It's almost Verhoeven's Sirkian moment, albeit lit in tawdry neon. The feeling of a juggernaut with it's brakes cut, careering towards its deserved targets permeates through the shallow trash aesthetic with thrilling knowingness. Nevertheless it's an unedifying, albeit kinetic, spectacle (but so is the bullseye).
Cinematography by Jost Vacano. A film that begins as a B movie, fast and in action, and that is the most amazing féerie of colors and camera movements since Coppola's "One From the Heart", without forgetting that the heart is a lonely hunter and the social is its sewer. In the desert, with the avidity of amorality, is staged a consummate representation of vulnerability
and Greed, as in Stroheim's homonymous film.