Starring Ryan Gosling, Kristin Scott Thomas
Directed by Nicolas Winding Refn
Every year at the Cannes Film Festival, one film emerges as everyones favourite whipping boy. This spring, it appeared as though a number of critics were suffering some reviewers remorse over the effusive praise they lavished on Nicolas Winding Refns neon-hued, extremely violent Drive in 2011. Consequently, they attempted to balance the scales by panning Refns neon-hued, extremely violent Only God Forgives.
It seems quite likely that once calmer heads have prevailed a few years down the line, the Danish directors latest will be seen for what it is: another fever-dreamt, two-fisted offering from one of contemporary cinemas leading visual stylists. Furthermore, by penning his own screenplay on this occasion, Refn has ensured that he neednt reconcile his singular sensibility with anyone elses.
Consequently, as Julian (Drives Ryan Gosling, once again playing a posable, taciturn action figure) acts on his mothers (Kristin Scott Thomas) orders to exact vengeance on his brothers killer (Vithaya Pansringarm), were treated to a procession of immaculate, abstract depictions of Bangkoks glamorous underworld, no-holds-barred grudge matches, and affectless karaoke. As always with Refn, the formal beauty of his compositions contrasts the brutality contained within them.
Admittedly, this isnt a film suited for those who are prone to flinching. However, during the summer blockbuster season when the vast majority of multiplex offerings are all too eager to please, theres something inspiring about a film that comes at you, chin jutted out, just daring you to take a swing. The world needs more directors like Refn who are spoiling for a fight.
(Opens July 19 at the Rio.)
