Stewball

A well written, well executed dark comedy gem. I think a lot of art house regulars have been dragging it down because of it's anti-junk art, satirical theme--which thereby attempts to drag Samuel L. Jackson down with it. SLJ is an honest man.

Certainly Uma Thurmans' best effort in a long time. Put this at the top of the list of superlative art criticism satire along with "The Accountant", for the way it burned Jackson Pollock. The reluctant hit man turned avant guarde slop artist is. It's already gone from most theaters so check it out when it starts streaming or on DVD-/blue ray discs. It's a trip.

For all the times "Redemption" is used to describe movies recently, but not this one, is an indication how like clockwork our reviewers have become--or maybe I should say, how AI. The movie is very original, and the audience is kept of balance by a series of surprises or revelations, which few if any will see coming, particularly the one in the middle of the film. Anyone who says they foresaw that one is lying.

The three main characters, played by Joel Edgerton, Sigourney Weaver and Quintessa Swindell, were superbly cast, and I guess the Louisiana garden itself should be given some credit in that regard as well.

As I was watching this, which at first blush is a very intriguing and well produced movie, I began to feel that old familiar sense of dread washing over me, headlined by the question, "Where is this going?" "How could this possibly end in a meaningful way?" Yes, many quality authors have had their downers, but they've inevitably turned out to be cautionary tale of some sort. Every quality that can be judged in this film is top notch, but with there being no point, I'm only paying to be disappointed--superb pun intended.

My best advice is to wash it out of your brain, if you've already watched it, and fill in the gap by watching "Wild Mountain Thyme"--a beautiful, uplifting masterpiece which is also set on the Emerald Isle.