I really liked this. I don't have a lot to say about it yet, except it is interesting that Jordan Peele is feeling comfortable enough as a director that he was willing to touch into his sketch comedy background for a couple of bits of worldbuilding
Yrs, someone could - and should - do a better documentary on Wendy and the Plasmatics. This is a lot of talking heads, one subject, then the next with no attempt to draw any of it together and make sense of it as a whole.
But it's mostly entertaining and interesting to see the footage and see the selected events recounted, even without any insight or examination.
On some level, this is a Eurocrime version of Just For the Hell of It with Tomás Milián as a Police Commissioner looking into the crime spree. And if that had been the sum total of it, that would have been more than enough for me.
It is something more, though, it's a thoughtful and well-acted movie. Not only by Milián, who can essentially do no wrong in my world, but by Eleonora Giorgi as well as Stefano Patrizi, who gives a strangely haunted and thoughtful portrayal of the gang's ringleader.
The original trilogy is like a great band at their peak. They're making hits, feeling it. They fall away a bit at the end, trying too hard to sound like themselves, but it's what everyone remembers. The prequels are like their weird period of experimenting with orchestras and world music and big concepts they can't quite keep contained in the realm of the pop song. This is like a cover band made up of skilled musicians playing their greatest hits competently but soullessly in an order that robs them of any context or meaning.