Colin Farrell's scripwriter character says early on:
Yeah, I'm sick of all these stereotypical Hollywood murderer scumbag type psychopath movies. I don't want it to be one more film about guys with guns in their hands. I want it... overall... to be about love... and peace. But it still has to be about these seven psychopaths, so this Buddhist psychopath, he... he doesn't believe in violence. I don't know what the fuck he's going to do in the movie.
It's clearly the manifesto for the writer/director. He's good enough to make it work but it is a bit like having your cake and eat it time. It's all a bit: "Look at me having a great time deconstructing those awful Hollywood scumbag type psychopath movies whilst having a blast making a Hollywood scumbag type psychopath movie."
"Look at this, here's a screenwriter trying to write himself out of a hole - do you get it? Do you see what I'm doing here?"
"Look at me pointing out how women characters are always underdeveloped and then whilst providing motivation for the men with some bitches and whores I'll give the ladies one line whilst the men get monologues to die for. "
The fictional script becomes a self fulfilling prophecy; the actual script becomes a self indulgent tease that deliberately never really pays off.
I still enjoyed it for what it was and McDonagh still has the potential to do something really amazing in the future but he's got to make me connect with the characters again rather than just making them mouthpieces for smart arse dialogue.
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