The Sisters Brothers (5/10)
by Tony Medley
Runtime 120 minutes.
R
I was looking forward to this
because I like westerns and it’s got a good cast, John C Riley, Joaquin
Phoenix (not my favorite since he ruined the Johnny Cash biopic, Walk
the Line by insisting on doing his own singing, which was awful),
and Jake Gyllenhaal.
Alas, instead of a rip-snorting
western, what we get is a pseudo-psychological study of two brothers,
Eli (Riley) and Charlie (Phoenix) Sisters (get it? The Sisters Brothers;
oh, boy) who are cold-blooded killers but are treated with so much
sympathy it makes one want to gag.
Directed by Jacques Audiard from
a novel by Patrick DeWitt, the story is that they are hired by The
Commodore (Rutger Hauer) to track down a prospector, Herman Kermit Warm
(Riz Ahmed) who has a unique method of prospecting for gold, torture him
until he reveals his method and then killing him.
It might have been a good
western if it weren’t for the long periods of introspection that Eli and
Charlie go through questioning their way of life.
It’s yet another movie that
aggrandizes brutal violence that desensitizes impressionable viewers to
what should be avert-your-eyes scenes, while making it a huge part of
the movie. People die without any consideration for the value of human
life and the irretrievable disaster of losing it, or the effects on
loved ones of the victims. Essentially, the victims are treated like
they are dumb animals and their deaths diminish no one and nothing. Eli
and Charlie just go on as if nothing special has happened after blowing
people’s heads off. Movies like this that diminish the value of human
life and glorify murder are deplorable.
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