Savages (2012) Dir. Oliver Stone
Void, vain, vapid. Avoid at all costs.
The movie disappoints in more ways that could be expressed in any language. The underdeveloped characters jibber jabber about things they don’t even believe themselves. The love triangle is neither romantic nor dramatic. And sex doesn’t make things look sexy. Needless to say, the story is predictable to the point of boring us to death.
Traces of sexism and racism can be found there: white heterosexual guys get away with everything (yes, they deal in drugs, but they also do charity for none other than poor African kids); Mexicans work as gardeners turned cartel members; the blond damsel gets out of her distress without a scratch, whereas the black-haired bitch ends up badly (in both endings). Plus, slight homophobia may be sensed there; after all, the movie writhes with stereotypes about manly men: big muscles, scars, tattoos, trigger happy. Interestingly, the effeminate guy Ben (Aaron Taylor-Johnson) (he has hands delicate like woman’s hands), who’s always picked on cause of his gentle looks, turns out the only one capable of saying ‘I love you’ to his best friend Chon (Taylor Kitsch).
Terrible acting, dialogues, story. Don’t sweat it too much to look for something positive in the movie – there’s none! Oliver Stone must’ve been stoned making this one.
Long days, pleasant nights,