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21 reviews · Provided by Metacritic.com
- Part gambling heist, part graphic novel, part metaphysical mumbo jumbo, Revolver is a mess of many colors, few of them satisfying.
- 50Seattle Post-IntelligencerWilliam ArnoldSeattle Post-IntelligencerWilliam ArnoldDefinitely deserves points for trying to be something thought-provoking and different, but it doesn't really stand up to analysis and it comes off as a pretentious mess.
- 40Washington PostDesson ThomsonWashington PostDesson ThomsonIts main purpose -- and no, you are not experiencing ocular breakdown -- is spiritual.
- 30The Hollywood ReporterKirk HoneycuttThe Hollywood ReporterKirk HoneycuttThe film's pretentious style and fractured storytelling preclude any audience involvement in the coy melodrama.
- 30Village VoiceVillage VoiceIt's no return to rock, this, but rather Ritchie's soporific, proggy-conceptual Film of Ideas, with Vivaldi interludes, fussbudget set design, recurrent references to chess, and a hit man inexplicably got up as Tati's Mr. Hulot.
- 25ReelViewsJames BerardinelliReelViewsJames BerardinelliSurprise of surprises, Revolver turns out to be worse than "Swept Away" - and not just by a little bit.
- 25The A.V. ClubScott TobiasThe A.V. ClubScott TobiasRitchie has said that it takes several viewings to fully understand what's going on in Revolver, but once will be enough for most to agree to take his word for it.
- 20VarietyTodd McCarthyVarietyTodd McCarthyGuy Ritchie shoots a blank with Revolver, which replays the low-life criminal shtick from his first two features with an ill-advised overlay of pretension. The action, attitude and wise-guy talk all feel moldy this time around.
- 12Chicago Sun-TimesRoger EbertChicago Sun-TimesRoger EbertIt is a "thriller" without thrills, constructed in a meaningless jumble of flashbacks and flash-forwards and subtitles and mottos and messages and scenes that are deconstructed, reconstructed and self-destructed. I wanted to signal the projectionist to put a gun to it.
- 10Chicago ReaderJonathan RosenbaumChicago ReaderJonathan RosenbaumThis 2005 feature offered me my first taste of Guy Ritchie's macho-centric artiness, and I hope it's my last.