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[A]bout as compelling a brief for Kabbalah as Battlefield Earth was for scientology.
Not the disaster described in the British press but unlikely to restore Ritchie's luster.
The plot isn't intellectually challenging as much as it is confusing, and yet the big twist is completely telegraphed. Ritchie has created a movie that is patronizingly obvious one minute and impenetrable the next.
Guy Ritchie's greasy little noir Revolver is good grindhouse fun until a last act that's like a meeting of a psychoanalysts' convention.
Between the manic editing, atrocious acting, and laughably pretentious narration, Ritchie's tired tricks feel like empty distractions in a game of three-card Monte.
Revolver, the latest Guy Ritchie shoot-em-up, is a joke. You laugh with it but mostly at it.
An unwieldy, short-circuiting film, packing "more tricks than a clown's pocket" yet imbued with brute spiritual force
Jesus, this is a stupid movie.
It's not worth the bother.
The film is very much a product of its particular zeitgeist, an era in which inner awareness is pimped out on every corner like a gussied-up whore.
Revolver looks like a gritty gangster thriller and plays like The Matrix with an incoherent stream of spacey psychobabble.
Like De Palma before him, Ritchie knows how to express substance through style.
Gangsters prancing about like homicidal matadors unusually impressed with themselves, dreary macho interior monologues, and mob rackets that are mostly the noisy migraine-induced racket inside audience heads.
... given Ritchie's penchant for flashy, in-your-face twists, we trust all will be revealed in good time. But as "Revolver" rolls on -- and on and on and on -- it becomes painfully apparent that Ritchie's firing blanks.
Ritchie has packed Revolver with so much 'substance' that it completely overwhelms his still somewhat charming style.
If I understand the ending properly, [this] is an infomercial for one or another school of New Age-y psychology/philosophy. ... a touchy-feely ultraviolent gangster flick. Come over here and give Scarface a hug, you big gruff pussycat.
Revolver is bat**** crazy, and I mean that as a high compliment.
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