Director Joe Carnahan didn't know who to emulate first in making the over-saturated "Smokin' Aces," Quentin Tarantino or Guy Ritchie. What's certain is there is absolutely no originality in this bloody, loud and incomprehensible actioner that completely w
If Smokin' Aces had come out one month earlier, it could have been the best movie of 2006. In 07, I imagine there won't be a more exciting work of art all year. It out Tarantinos Tarantino and you just don't want it to end.
The gleeful sadism and snarky dialogue of the film's opening scenes quickly gives way to something darker and more disorienting, driven by a deep, coruscating disgust at the world's venal duplicity and corruption.
This is from the same Joe Carnahan who impressed mightily with his Sundance hit Narc, a tale of murder and police corruption that was lean, focussed and spellbinding -- everything that Smokin' Aces isn't. What the hell happened?
The intended audience must be the fan club for Scarface (Pacino's), anyone who has made a superficial pass at Quentin Tarantino's work, and anyone who felt challenged by Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.