God might forgive, but I don't.
Directed by Nicolas Winding Refn. Starring Ryan Gosling, Kristin Scott Thomas, Vithaya Pansringarm and Gordon Brown.
Some grumpy, criminal psycho goes mental and kills a child prostitute so some another bloke, a copper, turns up and lets the victim's dad kill the killer before chopping of the Father's hand with a sword. Then the dead killer's mum turns up, rather annoyed, and orders her other son take revenge on the one-armed father, only he doesn't so she does. A few more people die and the brother and the copper have a fight. Then it ends. To fill the tedium we are treated to three very long karoke sessions.
Self indulgent, snail-slow, empty to the point of ludicrous. Kristen Scott Thomas is superb.
This starts off well but over the course of its incredibly long 90 minute running time, the endless slow, dialogue-empty scenes start to take their toil on your patience and by the end of it you're begging for something to happen. It looks good and the atmosphere of menace it generates is palatable but after a while you just stop caring. The sound track is effective too but even that gets on your nerves after a while. And to get the full Ryan Gosling effect, you really need him to act and do stuff, rather than just have him stand there pouting, which isn't really enough.