Swept Keep Away
07. Dec, 2007 
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Revolver
Shooting Itself In The Foot Scene By Scene
Trailers & Mo
Remember that up and coming hot shot director that went by the name of Guy Ritchie? We vaguely do, but coincidentally ever since he married Madonna all that potential greatness, put on display in Lock, Stock and its bigger and better follow-up Snatch, has vanished more mysteriously than DB Cooper! What followed was that unnecessary remake tripe starring his wife, which no one saw, and now Revolver, a movie that is so gone dog awful its American release was delayed by two years so we could probably forget about all that negative press it received during its UK run. We don’t even know where to begin ripping this movie a new mama casshole cause the movie itself had no idea how to begin, middle or end! By the time the story tries to take shape with its heady ideas in the last act you’ll probably be too busy trying to pick stuff out of your teeth with a ticket stub to even notice. We give Ritchie credit for trying something a lil different, but he shoulda juss stuck to his guns, literally, by continuing to make clever capers like the ones from that pre-Madonna era (pun maybe intended?). Hopefully his next one will do the trick, but with a name like RocknRolla, the prospects could be more dim than brother Dim
Get Ritchie Quick: we all know Madge can’t act, but that doesn’t stop Guy’s short BMW film, The Hire: Star, from being enjoyable
John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): Slit Your Eyes Out Repoopulous
Revolver opens in select theaters today
and elsewhere hopefully neverwhen
until next thyme the balcony is clothed…
