Saw this at the theatre beside someone who laughed like a stoner, loudly and randomly, throughout the film, so this one may require a re-watch... But no amount of irritation could erode that spectacular ultra-noir beginning. And I can't think of *anything* that could touch that ending... Clever and wacky and gorgeous and fun. The Walsch quote was perfect.
The final installment of the loose gangster trilogy feels slightly short on ideas but there's something just damn sexy about Scheydt. He chews every scene with his masculine charm and cold deliver. He's defiantly the type you would bring to the dinner table to intimidate your family. Aside from that, the ending is stellar and yes, all the same deft sensibilities are at play, which is nice.
for sure, you can see a kernel of lynch and jarmusch slowly beginning to take shape. orson welles' visual leanings in touch of evil are developed into a style. unfortunately the script is just a collection of one liners that have no real cohesive impact. i felt a great lack of humanity here, especially when compared to jarmusch.