Posted by Alia Haddad on November 30, -0001 at 12:00 am
There’s an episode in the first season of Parks and Recreation in which the show’s star and heart, Leslie Knope, attempts to break into a circle of coworkers that she perceives as “the boys club.” You know the kind, a group of men who hang out together, drink beer, burp, and other stuff of that nature. Well, I understand Leslie’s prerogative all too well. I seem to be attracted to films and television shows that have a “boys club” that I feel compelled to join at that time. When I was a kid, it was Ocean’s 11. When I was in high school, it was Entourage. Earlier this year, it was Kicking and Screaming. And now, it’s most definitely Seven Psychopaths.
Seven Psychopaths is Martin McDonagh’s awaited follow up to his 2008 break out hit, In Bruges (and only his second film to date). Quite loosely, the film follows Marty, a screenwriter who has set out to write a film entitled Seven Psychopaths, and chronicles each of the seven psychopaths he encounters during this process. Of those of you who’ve seen In Bruges, or read any of his multitude of plays as my movie-going partner had, then you know the synopsis I just gave of Seven Psychopaths is exactly that, and that the actual plot is much more convoluted. But alas, for the sake of this review (and in the attempt of not spoiling any of the twists), that’s all you really need to know. Well that and that “the boys club” in question during the film is made up of Colin Farrell, Sam Rockwell, and Christopher Walken, all opposite Woody Harrelson.
Clearly just that cast, just that boys club, compelled me enough to see the movie. I mean, come on, if my father can find no fault in Woody Harrelson–and believe me he can’t–I can similarly find nary a fault in Christopher Walken and his long acting career (I still stand by Excess Baggage). And while that may have been a driving force behind my decision to fork up the 14 dollars it costs to see a movie these days, boy am I glad I did it. So full of laughs, twists, and dark, morbid humor was this movie that I just couldn’t get enough. And neither could the rest of the audience it seems; at one point I even wondered if there was a laugh track attached to the film.
Moreover, McDonagh excelled in giving us a script that was meta, not in the annoying ironic ways of today, but almost reminiscent of a Scream. Rather, I’m not sure one line was uttered that didn’t have a purpose and didn’t perfectly set up the ending. Finally, if none of that compels you to see this film, then go for the aforementioned boys club: Farrell was fun and had no problem parodying at himself, Walken was expectedly great, and Rockwell–oh, Rockwell–well he proved that he one day may very well appear right alongside Walken on my list of acting gold.