A candy-colored black valentine to titillation, garish brutality and groovy post-fin-de-siecle excess, this ode to cinema's most exploitative pleasures finds Stone chronicling America's dark side at its most sun-kissed.
"Savages" is enjoyable in a way that's almost but not quite intentional camp; it's like eating a dinner made by a seven-year-old, with cake for every course, interspersed with Jell-O, Pepperidge Farm goldfish and chocolate sprinkles.
"Savages" is a daylight noir, a western, a stoner buddy movie and a love story, which is to say that it is a bit of a mess. But also a lot of fun, especially as its pulp elements rub up against some gritty geopolitical and economic themes.
Savages is a bright, messy smear of a movie adapted from Don Winslow's novel of the same name, one that's violent, sultry, and entertainingly sleazy while falling short of the satirical edge the material necessitates.