Fuck me up, Sundance.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Or, The Bang-Bang Theory.
To me this kneecaps its own message. Vigilantism isn't bad because you might get the wrong guy, it's bad because we shouldn't fucking execute people.
Hooowever, I have to balance that against the indictment of the algorithm. Everyone's viewpoint deserves a rough shake by the scruff of the neck; I can't deny the heart is in the right place. Just...urgh. It's so almost several things without really delivering on any of them.
Shoulda made it more…
Effective sniping directed at targets that are already looking pretty battered.
As mystery stories go, I have to admit it's fairly and squarely constructed. But I wanted to be engaged beyond the level of the puzzle, and that never really happened. Can't see this being a fun rewatch.
I think I'd have liked this more with the absurdity amped up a few degrees; Davidson and Sennott come closest to embodying characters from a next-generation Clue, and that's probably why I enjoyed them the most.
I don't know that I miss England, exactly, but since I left six months ago I've had a new hunger for its artefacts. You know how it is. You bump into a casual acquaintance in a foreign country and you greet them as if they're family.
I know this field. I know what it smells like. Heck, the thing was shot in Surrey, I've probably hiked across it. I just didn't eat the same mushrooms.
Did I enjoy the film?…