I said it after my previous viewing and I’ll say it again: I truly can’t believe the bad casting in this. The portrayal of Varg by a chubby guy with a baby face truly makes no sense.
Cons: A dumbed-down and silly account of an iconic period of pop culture and true crime. Sure, the actual people were dipshits, but this movie just doesn’t care about black metal.
Pros: Gory and well-shot and never boring. Jack Kilmer steals the movie.
To quote the original one-sheet: “what happens when you’re a NY cop sent to France to bust a dope ring and… you can’t speak French, the French cops hate you, your own people have set you up… YOU EXPLODE!!!”
Hackman returns as an even bigger asshole this time. Totally potty-mouthed and belligerent and extra sweaty and balding, in this one Popeye drops the spinach in favor of smack.
Grimy and all-over the-place, this movie is totally underrated. Thanks to the middle third where Doyle is made a junkie against his will, I ultimately find this to be more interesting than the first movie.
Watch Fassbender walk around parking garages and buy supplies on Amazon, throwing various things in public trash cans constantly and checking his Fitbit. All the time with Morrissey crooning in his ear.
Saw the last theatrical showing in town before it hit Netflix.
The pendulum is swinging and this one is improving again. Weird!
