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Unexpected revenge fare. Deeply rooted on angsty tension and gloomy psychodrama than cathartic "backstabs" as such. Surprising seeing an accustomed spectral horror director taking such a formal approach of mobster tragedy as a B-plot, and imposter thriller as the antithesis of textbook "payback". It's more of a gloomy, dignified drama about poisonous hate. Packs a degree of technical maturity in the atmosphere with a birth that made me think... ¿How do you practical effect something like that? Goes to show…
Slick actors elevate a suitable, overlong, procedural detectivism. I'm kind of a sucker for moody sleuthing so i'll take whatever diet coke Prisoners over any other kind of Netflix fughettaboutit two-hour-too-long timekiller. Like, do better than "sunday movie filler" but if you're gonna misfire this way, thank you then.
American Psycho, for overthinking triggermen. Aesthetically handsome, as Fincher's digitally polished havens embody a slowpoke, just as globetrotting but more plausible Bourne of sorts. Overstays it's welcome through aimless tête à tête. A particularly brutal fistfight proves that gun-for-hire dilly dally can be a sensorial assault and a cinematic sight for sore eyes. I'm a bit disillusioned of how surface-layered it was though, amazing how such a strong and elegant vibe can fizzle out into a throwaway thriller. You'll need more than a million dollar Fassbender ASMR to amend the lack of a Mindhunter season 3, Netflix!
Holds up as a crowd timekiller. Almost on Netflix Original writing territory, luckily there's Logan Marshall Green's formidable pseudo-mechanical embodiment and full punk anatomy. Crapshoot robotics blended with bounciful, physical spatiality high-strung on camerawork brutality. Low budget pulls it's chain for deeper dives on futurism, but it's such a grindhouse technofreaky Catnip. Amended by glorious R-rated Robocop cyberpunk flavor.