This will be a quick one: Martin McDonagh’s Seven Psychopaths is good. Nothing more, nothing less. The writing is a bit shaky at times, the shots are neither interesting nor boring, I can’t really remember the soundtrack. But the story (and acting) won me over and held my attention undyingly. This alone makes the movie worth seeing.
It is the interwoven story of a struggling screenwriter (who’s writing the very movie we’re watching), his loyal friend, a few ruffians, and many many “dream sequenced” stories within stories within stories. All of this revolves around a simple dog-kidnapping ring. As the story progresses, the plot thickens. The jumbled setup that is the beginning starts to make good sense. And the ending makes everything meaningful, its message deep.
In the end, the story won me over solely on its Borgesian nature, its labyrinthian twists and turns. I also enjoyed its self-consciousness, and the comment it makes about other action-comedies (mainly that they are absent of good plot, unrealistic to any degree, and overly showy). And suprisingly it knows what’s wrong with itself and acknowledges those flaws.
What I commend the most is McDonagh’s character development. We grow to like these men who are absolutely out of their mind. We understand them and their motives, despite the illogicality of it all. And they all can agree on at least one thing: animal cruelty is the most horrible crime one could ever commit. Though it’s gruesome at times, it’s a funny movie that gets your gears turning. For that, I recommend it.