Some hateful little
cunts go off to one of their island homes to have a party and take a new drug
that is suposedly a great high and makes you lose all self control. Things go
bollock shaped and people want to kill each other/bathe in cake/do shit
paintings and all other such decadent extremes.
Bit of a wasted plot
really. Open a newspaper, arseholes on nothing stronger than E-numbers do
whatever the fuck they want in this world anyway, pretty sure they don't need
any further stimulation.
Brosnan must have some bills to pay or something.
against type, George Clooney plays a smug man in a suit.
Jack O'Conell's great
talent feels a little wasted in this mediocre, but fun enough, effort and any
message about the immorality of global finance and shady investment deals is
lost in the pantomime portrayal of the big bad guy.
Someone decided it'd
be a good idea to cast the 5ft5", baby faced Daniel Radcliffe as an FBI
agent who goes undercover and infiltrates a white supremacist skinhead group.
In fairness, he does
a very good job in the role. The acting role that is, he doesn't win, like,
'Whitey of the Year' or 'The TV Times People's Aryan 2015' or some such.
Anyway, once in the
world of hate-mullets and pick-up trucks, he makes his way around various
circles of fuckwittery in search of some dirty bomb materials that have gone
missing and believed to be in the possession of some Trump voters and their
private investigator (Bruce. Probably.) gets hired to spy on a woman. Starts
off interestingly, but the attempt to gently ease in the sense of 'other', the
suggestion that factors outside the natural world are at play, doesn't quite
work. It has some similarities to Kill List in its pace, content and vibe, but
doesn't nail it in the way that film does.
as according to the Guardian's review of it, they claim it only cost $11000, so
it certainly does well for its money, but feels a little like noble-ish failure.