Because I guess we cured it 25 years later.
#Informer snow in what movie movie#
The movie doesn’t really need to be set in the 1980s except to give everyone Flock of Seagulls bouffants and allow one character to die of AIDS. When your headliners are Billy Bob Thornton, Kim Basinger, Winona Ryder, and Mickey Rourke, you might be stoked - if it were 1984. It should come as no surprise he’d do the same with this group of mostly nobodies. This is the man who took the cast of Ned Kelly and fucking wiped his ass with them. There are moments where it seems like this might be the case with The Informers, but then it gets drowned out by voluptuous, drawn out pauses and the keening soundtrack which sounds like your neighbor turned up a Joy Division CD.Īs soon as I saw the film was directed by Gregor Jordan, I should have been wary. Ellis has a savage dark comic wit, and when you’re paying attention, most of his work is sneering and sinisterly making fun of you.
Oh, yeah, and he might be getting stalked by a guy who either thinks he’s Patrick Bateman from American Psycho or the character from the novel brought to life and bent on murdering him with an ax. In the wake of everybody getting their Oprah’s in Oh-No over James Frey’s scandalous chicanery, the dude writes a faux autobiographical novel as if he were one of his own characters, complete with champagne celebrities and Bolivian marching powder brigades. However, I admire Ellis if only for Lunar Park, which was nothing short of fucking brilliant. I never bothered with early Ellis because frankly, who cares about rich bisexuals snorting coke and being retarded? Although Perez Hilton has eight billion hits a day and a book deal, so I guess everybody. After he died.īret Easton Ellis adapted his own novel with the help of Nicholas Jarecki - a piece of crap whose only film credit stems from following the guy who directed the Tyson documentary around going, “Whaddaya think, whaddaya think, whaddaya think, huh?” Which goes to show that just because you have money doesn’t mean you have class or taste. It’s pretty much everything that’s wrong with society wrapped up in what would happen if Robert Altman tried to remake the “Gossip Girl” series.Only now. Admitting you like this film in public should be grounds for chemical castration. It masquerades as this trite, vapid glimpse into highlife in Los Angeles circa 1983, but really it’s just a bunch of unpleasant and boring douches glooming their way through overdramatic tripe. So it’s perfect that Mickey Rourke marquees this shameful train wreck. (Boozehound, hook a brother up.) Millions and millions of dollars go nowhere essentially turning what should have been a killer buzz into property damage, a sagging bloated feeling, a rotted septum, and huge blocks of your life invariably gone forever. Watching it is akin to what I assume hotel coke benders were like in the 1980s.
The Informers wastes time like only the wealthy can.