I thought I would give an
Oliver Stone movie a chance - it's been a while. I regret it. I really disliked
Savages. Oliver Stone is fond of sensory overload in a film. He uses many film bells and whistles: slo-mo; changing to black and white to color to sepia; shooting stars and electronic zingers flying across the screen, funky camera angles, and too many plot lines. No editing. Inconsistent movie tone (Is it a comedy? A sex romp? A drug film? Social commentary?). Three different endings! Three - in this movie - I counted! Any one of them would have worked (the weakest was the actual ending, but there you go). And a narrator - this movie had a narrator, which it didn't need. The narrator gave us great lines such as:
- I had orgasms. Chon had wargasms.
- Ben was a Buddhist. Chon was a baddist.
Just shoot me now.
This is a drug film. There is violence, rape, torture, betrayals. There are great performances by Salma Hayek and John Travolta. Benicio Del Toro was not at his best. Even though I love Salma Hayek, I would not watch this movie again. I wish I had never seen it at all.
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