Saturday 2 July 2011

Sucker Punched

300 was a feast for the eyes so I was excited about Zack Snyder's Sucker Punch when I first heard about it all those moons ago. My excitement waned when I heard some reports but I thought "what the hey, can't be that bad, right?"


I'm not even sure where to start. Aside from the fact that it discriminates so heavily against the mentally ill (the final message seeming to be that those with mental problems or scars have to be sacrificed for the sane to be free - isn't that fucking nice?) and the way the young women were dressed and presented in the "liberation" sequences (like a dirty old man's wet dream)  it was badly scripted and plotted like a lead boot. A really big lead boot that you can see coming eight miles away. If Zardoz had a boot, this would be that boot. And it would be that pointless. The execrable scenes near the end with John Hamm as the High-Roller made me feel like my skin was being peeled from my face in a cheesey-inferno of distate. Sickening doesn't really cover it.

I was disappointed and, moreover, angry.  I thought this was going to be an empowering cavalcade of hardcore whimsy. What I found was something contemptible. Even the Zombie Clockwork Nazis couldn't save it. Now that speaks volumes.

1 comment:

  1. You rant with style and foam with really big bubbles. Now I know someone who really liked this movie. I haven't seen it, probably not my thing although a Zombie Clockwork Nazi probably helps.