First they send in their drone... Then they find their queen.
Having escaped her abusive ex-husband Goss, recently released from state prison, Agnes, a lonely waitress with a tragic past moves into a sleazy motel. Her lesbian co-worker R.C. introduces her to Peter, paranoiac drifter and they begin a tentative romance. However, things aren't always as they appear and Agnes is about to experience a claustrophobic nightmare reality as the bugs begin to arrive.
I seriously can't believe it. After my wife subjected her poor mid 70's parents to Killer Joe last night, she somehow convinced them, by some sly Ashley Judd trickery, to watch Bug tonight. I suspect they aren't going to visit anymore.
Me, I was smiling all the way through. Not from observing my in-laws uncomfortable, but well timed, reactions, ( well, maybe a little ) but rather that on a short re-watch this film didn't lose a speck of it's brilliant luster.
After being completely gob-smacked by Friedkin’s Killer Joe last year, I was eagerly anticipating seeing his previous collaboration with playwright Tracy Letts. I was expecting good things, but not the incredible ride I was taken on.
Right from the opening scene, Friedkin conveys so much with such masterful economy, it’s staggering. We start with a distant point of light, as we move in closer and closer you feel the isolation and loneliness, and you feel that something is arriving. The simple use of the harsh ringing of a telephone elicits a sense of menace and dread.
Perhaps we’re seeing a visual metaphor of Peter’s elliptical approach to Agnes. He sees her tiny point of light, and is drawn to her…
Bug had me from the very first scene.
Black screen with credits. An old rotary phone rings.
It is answered by a woman. Hello? (pause). Hello?
An aerial view of the middle of nowhere with what looks to be 5 buildings surrounded by nothing but empty fields and a highway.
It's eerie and ominous already. Someone somewhere down below is getting calls. Wherever she is we know she is isolated. Alone.
The camera keeps moving forward. She is in one of these buildings.
Who is calling her? How long has this been going on?
The camera begins to settle on a decrepit motel. Motel. Is she hiding from someone? Has he found her?
We are now just above the motel…
This was adapted from a play.
This piece of mind-fucking insanity, this depraved, horrifying, ridiculous movie was adapted from a play.
You've got to admire the actors who read that script and said, "yeah, I can do that." Michael Shannon does crazy like I never seen before.
I have no idea what the hell I just saw, but this was pretty fucked up and awesome at the same time !
Damn, am I the only one feeling really itchy ?????
How do you review such a shellshock of a film that even after multiple viewings you don't know what the fuck you watched?
You don't. You just keep watching and watching as you think to yourself "What the fuck am I watching?"
Woah. People really hate this movie. Like seriously. It’s kind of getting out of hand.
William Friedkin is a sensationalist as in he tends to make the absolute most out of the material that he’s dealt. Also, he’s one of the best directors when it comes to mustering incredible performances from his actors, which is envinced by Ashley Judd and Michael, both of whom are in top form.
I’ll admit it. I’m a Friedkin fanboy, and I’ll gladly label myself as such even though I don’t love all of his films. I have my reservations about Cruising, but it is still a very, very stylish film. All of Friedkin’s films are, mostably The French Connection, To Live and Die in…
The marketing campaign, DVD cover and trailer for this film imply at first glance that this is a sci-fi / horror flick with some mutated bugs attacking a remote motel. Admit it, you thought it too!
If you see this movie with these expectations you will be bitterly disappointed. Without giving to much away, I can say that "Bug" focuses on two lonely people, with traumatic experiences in their past. Both of them are mentally unstable, but do not seek help and instead self-medicate with alcohol and hard drugs until they're both caught in a downward spiral of paranoid schizophrenia.
So don't wait for a giant ant to come along and decapitate dissolute, but voluptuous college girls.
The extremes to…
'Folie à deux'. Contagious paranoia. A dark and ugly trip down the rabbit hole of shared insanity. Anti-entertaining stuff, as Friedkin and Letts surely meant it to be.
Here's a movie that will piss off Ashley Judd fans - and good for her. Friedkin goes back to the 70's roots that gave us the Exorcist and Sorcerer. Bug is borderline camp and fun to watch. The movie is only a half-step from a stageplay, but that just adds to the claustrophobia and paranoia. Ashley Judd rocks! Michael Shannon rocks! Great sex scene! Script by Tracy Letts from his play.
If you would have told me 24 hours ago that I would have enjoyed an Ashley Judd movie that was not 'Heat,' I would have probably spit in your face.
Things get real weird in this movie and Michael Shannon's performance keeps pace with it in wildly unimaginable ways.
You have a center, right? A place inside of you that's just you, that hasn't been spoiled...and I think it's really important to try and keep that space sacred.
It's always fun when you're not sure if characters are delusional. This thriller starts out on a gently unsettling note before escalating a bit too much. On the way there a lot of questions pop up and there's a refreshing lack of answers. Not as ambiguous as I would expect but lots of loose ends that are more of the red herring variety. It's confident writing to just leave something hanging because that's not what the story was about.
Judd and Shannon are spectacular and carry the movie for the most part. They go way overboard at the end, which isn't rare for play-based stories. It kind of works in context too. The tone is strange at times though. It's comedically frantic and bizarre, but mostly darkly thrilling. The more dramatic first act is the best part, but it's probably for the best that the rest is less conventional.
"I'M THE SUPER MOTHER BUG! I'M THE SUPER MOTHER BUG!!" Believe it or not, these are the same people walking around your local Walmart.
The hysteria reaches a fever pitch in this one and you can't stop laughing once the plug is finally pulled. The mania was more concentrated than Killer Joe but you can tell it was the same writer. I'm so glad Friedkin started working Letts--these are amazing films. All of you who came to this one looking for horror and ending up confused, are confused because like with Killer Joe this is actually a Black Comedy and not a Horror. You're supposed to laugh. It's actually a test by Letts to recognize whether you have a sense…