I
finally got around to watching the movie Bronson starring Tom Hardy.
I was hoping for a really cool film because all I knew about it was
that it was based off the true story of a guy named Michael Peterson
that changed his name to Charles Bronson after the actor.
This is
about Peterson who lives a life of violent crime and spends most of
his life in solitary confinement. When he is not there he is causing
havoc. When he is on the outside he wants to make a name for himself
and fights underground and eventually dogs. This is from the same
director that did Drive which I enjoyed quite a bit which means out
of the three films he's directed I liked one.
I wouldn't recommend
this to anyone. Not because of the violence which there is plenty of
or for the ladies that wanna see his wang flopping around. The pacing
of this stinks and there is just too many ideas thrown in the air and
instead of being left on the cutting room floor were put in. Some
things just sound cooler on paper. I didn't laugh, cringe, or feel
any kind of hope while watching this. It was like reading the
autobiography for someone I don't care for which I've done before. It
feels like it thinks its being clever when its mostly just psychotic.
One thing that was done well was the soundtrack.
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