As another reviewer stated "Even Tarantino doesn't do Tarantino anymore", but unfortunately director Paul Solet didn't get that memo, or he was hit on the head and thinks its still 1997.
Sadly, had this been played straightforward, with no artsy-fartsy directorial flourishes or each main character delivering their own dog-themed monologue, this could have been decent. As it stands, it plays as a far-too-late "homage" to early Tarantino and all the "next-big-thing" directors that lived and died in his early '90s wake.
Also, as much as I respect Adrian Brody as an actor, he was miscast in this role. I never once bought him as a hardened ex-con, and I found the scene where he sported a man-bun to be particularly risible.
As for Antonio Banderas...I have no idea what he was supposed to be doing. That part towards the end where he delivers his dog-monologue....I think he was supposed to be intimidating, but it's hard to say.
Sadly, had this been played straightforward, with no artsy-fartsy directorial flourishes or each main character delivering their own dog-themed monologue, this could have been decent. As it stands, it plays as a far-too-late "homage" to early Tarantino and all the "next-big-thing" directors that lived and died in his early '90s wake.
Also, as much as I respect Adrian Brody as an actor, he was miscast in this role. I never once bought him as a hardened ex-con, and I found the scene where he sported a man-bun to be particularly risible.
As for Antonio Banderas...I have no idea what he was supposed to be doing. That part towards the end where he delivers his dog-monologue....I think he was supposed to be intimidating, but it's hard to say.