Run time: 111 mins
In Theaters: Thursday 22nd September 2005
Box Office USA: $41.8k
Distributed by: Samuel Goldwyn Films
Production compaines: Revolver Pictures Co., Toff Guy Films, EuropaCorp, Isle of Man Film, Canal+, Destination Films
Contactmusic.com: 1 / 5
Rotten Tomatoes: 17%
Fresh: 11 Rotten: 54
IMDB: 6.5 / 10
Director: Guy Ritchie
Producer: Virginie Silla
Screenwriter: Guy Ritchie
Starring: Jason Statham as Jake, Ray Liotta as Macha, Vincent Pastore as Zach, André Benjamin as Avi, Mark Strong as Sorter, Terence Maynard as French Paul, Francesca Annis as Lily Walker, Elana Binysh as Rachel, Shend as Teddy, Andrew Howard as Billy, Faruk Pruti as Ivan, Anjela Lauren Smith as Doreen, Stephen Walters as Joe, Ian Puleston-Davies as Eddie A, Tom Wu as Lord John, Bill Moody as Al, Jimmy Flint as Eddie B, Brian Hibbard as Eddie C, Bruce Wang as Fat Dan, Vincent Riotta as Benny
Here's Revolver: Jake Green (Jason Statham) is being chased by Macha (Ray Liotta). They have a sordid history but the main reason is because Green walked straight to Macha's table in his swank casino and took him for a big wad of dough. To survive Macha's onslaught, Green agrees to give up every cent he owns to two lone sharks, Avi and Zach (Andre Benjamin and Vincent Pastore, respectively) and on and on goes the little plot.
Ritchie is still employing tricks and maneuvers, but this time, they're not for our entertainment and instead of the tricks being used to help our interest in characters, it's meant to trick us into buying unbelievably pretentious and pious subtext. Every look-at-me-ma! camera trick is accounted for and every plot twist that's been used for the last five years is rehashed to make us believe that we're watching a "cool" movie. Underneath it all, though, Ritchie has hatched some scheme to make a propaganda film in favor of his and his wife's religion of Kabbalah.
The effect of the film is cold and resounding pretension. Consider it a crime-caper remake of Passion of the Christ, minus Caleb Deschanel's excellent cinematography and replaced with the slick, sickening chrome sheen of Tim Maurice-Jones' camera work. What Ritchie seems to be saying, encapsulated in a scene with Green in an elevator, is that we need to start accepting that there's a voice in our head (logic, intuition) that we need to ignore to get to a higher power that will enable us to have godlike powers. This is the only way to explains the absolutely unfathomable, ridiculous ending. The problem is that it isn't laughably bad, it takes itself way to seriously to ever be used as a joke or any sort of entertainment. What's more, the film exudes the smugness that it can get away with these things without the audience catching on.
This is not to mean that I have anything against Kabbalah and whatever else Ritchie is trying to pawn off here. Believe what you want, by all means, but as the great George Carlin put it, "Keep your religion to yourself." To be honest, even if the putrid subtext wasn't as evident as it is, the film is still boring, stagnant, and devoid of conflict. How the people involved in this film held it together is beyond my comprehension, but I can't remember another time in my film-watching career where I sincerely hated a movie. Of all reasons, the one that bothers me the most is that this film doesn't think it needs an audience; it's so cocksure of the dire importance of its message and the film itself that it spends its entire running time patting itself on the back. In all seriousness, this is one of the worst films ever made and certainly one of the worst I've ever seen, and I didn't say that about Rent or Glitter. Figure that out.