This is a preeminent thriller that's all about wits, ingenuity and cunning skulduggery. The narrative, which is as taut and lean as the Jackal himself, charts the procedures of both the police and the Jackal as they are steadily drawn together in rivetingly unpredictable fashion.
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The first thing that must be said about Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri is that it is a step in the right direction for Martin McDonagh. Everyone loved In Bruges, it was a perfect blend of the dark and the humorous, and it had a lot of heart, too. However, that pathos was lost in his sophomore feature Seven Psychopaths, which favoured cineliterate metafiction and frivolous pop-culture gags.
A cursory read of the synopsis will tell you that Three Billboards…
Blurred Lines shows how the contemporary gallery system is a cynical industry with little creative merit that caters for posturing, vacuous idiots with a narcissistic compulsion to feel cultured and important. Indeed, it is this vain urge that serves as the lifeblood of this racket, and the 'art consultants', armed with their finely tuned affectations, mould this urge with maddeningly obscurist spiels that are just beyond parody. The rank pseudo-intellectualism that these people spew and the poseurs who feign understanding…