Ethan Switch - Friday, August 11, 2006 - Print Version
Writer/director Rian Johnson rocks a very certain and exact world with this Brick he does.
Not the kind that junks up the jack on a new found crave in the white snow. More on that for the lesser of evils in playing to the hilt of a timbre and rhythm. Poetry with a smack of speed that spins the brain faster than a go on eating out a fraying extension cord.
Gumshoe noir in a teenage landscape. Playing out events on the fields of high school and watching on as the adults are but like the wah-wah of the Peanuts universe.
Meaning in its own world of heroine, junkies and addiction to pain, the turns of phrase are quick, exciting and self-important to the point where just listening to white noise becomes akin to listening for voices in the transmission.
Language plays a large part in nailing the scope and feel for the construct that is this tale around a tasty brick. Murder hits and the tongues crank out the fustian lingo. Being privy to the etymology isn't a concern and matters not when the flavour still rings smartly true.
Quick thinking rides the pony that levels the charm and escapism that is the tone and throb of dialogue between the characters. Central to this is the outward rolling foot of Joseph Gordon-Levitt in the role of Brendan Frye. Cunning, on top of the game and damn resilient to many a fist taken to his face.
Mysterious, manic, mindful.
And Emilie de Raven turns up in this film too.
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