Taking a review – Darren Aronosky’s violent, chaotic and very pleasant Flick Crime | Movie

BAseball fans will see the play on words right away; I had to look for it. The non-batteur runner, having only done it in a certain way around the field, is labeled by a defensive player trying to “steal” or sneak, on a basis of the one behind. Regarding the non -metaphorical sense, no one in this film is really apprehended in the act of theft. But in a world where Home Runs are not available for the most part, the idea of ​​trying effectively for secret advantage and survival through fast minds is clear.

Charlie Huston’s violent crime novel of the same 2004 name was adapted to the screen by the author, and Darren Aronofsky directs with a joyful energy, a flair and a dark humor that rides the mischief / Malice Borderline. Incredible to think that his latest film was the solemn drama and sententious inexperients of the bodily image The Whale. This has more extravagance and energy of confrontation of his previous work; It is not as purely disturbed as the film Meltdown by Aronofsky Mother!, Although, speaking of mothers, there is no doubt who the hero of this film considers his best friend.

Austin Butler plays Hank, a former baseball star and bartender toxicomina in New York whose disastrous exit from sport – and on its own brilliant future – is gradually disclosed in nightmarish flashbacks. The only good thing in her life is his beautiful smart girlfriend Yvonne, played by Zoë Kravitz, a paramedical ambulancer whose professional skills are useful. When Hank agrees naturally to take care of a cat belonging to his doubtful British friend Russ (a very wide and sporty Mohawk performance of Matt Smith), the poor Hank ends up being wildly fighting by some frightening russians to whom Russ owes a lot of money.

The assault has serious consequences, in particular the meeting of Hank with two other bad guys: a pair of guys from Hassidic (played by Vincent d’Onofrio and Liev Schreiber). Their kind mother Bubbe, played by Carol Kane, tells Hank not to show her teeth if he is not going to bite.

More importantly, Hank comes into contact with a coldly possessed New York police officer, played by Regina King, who is insensitive to what Hank crosses, but insightful about her in a way that no other character is really. When you speak (or questioning) Hank, she asks if he has played baseball; Hank admits coldly having played only at high school level, and this cop instantly smells of lying, the symptom of self -control of pride and sorrow on which he is challenged by anyone else in his life, but cannot work if it means something more.

The adjustment of the late 90s was reported by Smash Mouth’s Walkin ‘on the sun on the jukebox, Jerry Springer on television, a fixed answering machine and characters lending with renown to their mobile phones and telling them not to “use my minutes”. In fact, the story itself may come from an era of Elmore Leonard, Ed Bunker and Quentin Tarantino; Shocks, twists and turns are nasty and unexpected, and cascades and car accidents are used in a chaotic whirlwind.

I was disconcerted, however, when the character of Butler, a sweet guy for whom we are supposed to root, seems to overcome a particular horror with relative ease: I could not quite decide if it was a drawback of his performance or something that dilutes black comedy. Anyway, the flight caught is a very pleasant show. At one point, Hank hits a few bullets and instantly a crowd of people come together, Awed – and an old man tells him that he has “hell of swing”. The film also has it.