Saturday, March 22, 2008
southland tales
So let's go back to Kiss Me Deadly, which appears twice in the film and is clearly a major influence on Kelly. Aldrich's film is a joke at everyone's expense, a contemptuous reading of a Mike Hammer novel portraying Hammer as a dull-witted thug incapable of understanding the true stakes of what's around him. Even the entire genre of detective novels is held up for ridicule when the McGuffin at the center of the story turns out to be anything but irrelevant. The acting ranges from lumpen to histrionic and never matches the unstable material. But unlike Southland Tales, it comes together to damn every bit of its source material and America with it. In Southland Tales, things are inverted: the fools understand and we do not, because the fools are generating their own story, and we--and I include director Kelly in that--are getting caught in it.
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