The lesson here is that no matter how grave a catastrophe a nation might face, the greatest challenge in some people's lives will always be getting laid.
The Russian in this film is fucking horrendous. It's hard to put into words just how poor their pronunciation is; although it is a few miles above John Wick.
That aside, the film is very well put together, and I'm very fond of the cast outside of this context, particularly Mortensen, Cassel & Watts. But their inaptitude to even perform anything to do with Russia with any remote believability does break any possibility of immersion. It doesn't help that none of the actors look remotely Russian.
That said, the Hammam scene is pretty remarkable.
"Get the fuck out of London, you dumb fucks. Get to Bruges."
I didn't even know where Bruges fucking was.
It's always hard for me to talk about something I love, without sounding biased about it, and sometimes, I just can't help it. Though honestly, In Bruges deserves all the praise I can throw at it, and possibly more.
So, where to start? I suppose at the core of the film - with its brilliant dialogue, that is so…
Narrator: This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
It's hard for me to explain what exactly makes this film so damn good, but, as hard as it may be, I'll try.
1. The Acting.
It's absolutely brilliant. Tyler Durden is acted out to perfection by Brad Pitt, and is, quite possibly, my favorite character ever put on film. He alone is a reason to watch the film.
Edward Norton captures this innocent, white-collar slave…