I love Martin McDonagh‘s Wild Horse Nine….John Malkovich vs. Sam Rockwell vs. Steve Buscemi. Obviously funny as fuck.
Not to mention Mariana di Girolamo, Ailín Salas, Tom Waits and Parker Posey.
“How ’bout you shove it up your flabby little ass…how ’bout that?”
Trailers always deceive, of course, but this Searchlight release feels like a blessing. It wrapped just shy of a year ago but won’t open until 11.6…a seven and a half month wait. Why? The trailer screams “infectious misanthropic summer comedy” but they’re holding it until the peak of award season. Obviously they think they have something. I’m foreseeing a Venice Film Festival premiere.
The only thing that worries me is the fact that McDonaugh’s The Banshees of Inisherin was so laden with dark, dead-weight metaphor that it made zero sense. It was insane. The fiddle-playing Brendan Gleeson is so sick of Colin Farrell that he starts chopping his fingers off…sure thing. The village idiot with a bee-stung nose proposes marriage to Kerry Condon…right.
A Behanding in Spokane didn’t make any sense either. Funny though.
Why didn’t McDonagh give a supporting role to Chris Walken?
