Avis des critiques

The most searing-in-the-brain moments aren't even the cathartic bloodbath, which for all its shotgun blasts is strangely bloodless (no hand being shot off ala Taxi Driver) and we never see Devane's own bloody stump, BUT we do get to see him drive his hook up into a deserving crotch, which automatically bumps any revenge film a star or two. And most of all, there's that chill Devane's brilliantly flatline performance brings.

On paper, Rolling Thunder is a conventionally macho potboiler that, in the vein of many 1970s films, dresses up a Death Wish scenario with token nods to the politically charged despair that followed in the wake of the Vietnam War, and even people who only casually attend movies will probably assume early on that Rane's going to kill several people before the end of the film. But Devane and Jones's performances... display a refreshing empathy for the soldiers' torment.