07.04.17, Free Fire
Having attacked John Wick 2 as nonsensical gun-porn, it might appear hypocritical of me to feature Free Fire as the most enticing screening this weekend. I am trying to understand my own decision. The film looks fun, in a deliberately retro 1970s kind of way. The cast looks promising, especially the clash of opposites: quiet, mystical Cillian Murphy versus cocky, loud-mouth Sharlto Copley. Shooting at each other. For sixty minutes or more.
Also, John Wick 2 wasn't trying to be particularly funny, and when it was, it was too little and lost in the dross of a hundred people being shot in the head at close range. I'm tired of seeing people being shot in the head at close range. I want long range. People going 'Oww!' In pain, but not dead. Wincing. Swearing. Begging. A bit of emotion. Free Fire has the promising concept of two gangs locked in mortal warfare in a warehouse, each individual worried about surviving. Like life itself. I don't know what I expect to learn from Free Fire. Perhaps nothing. Again, like life itself. Somehow, Free Fire is about life itself.Incidentally, if you're wondering why I haven't mentioned that Brie Larson is in it, it's because I still haven't got over Kong: Skull Island, which was almost as bad as John Wick 2.