Watching the Detectives

Watching the Detectives Featuring what must potentially be Cillian Murphy's bare backside, this film walked a thin line between brilliantly amusing and marginally pointless. I adored all the movie references (and I recommend the '59 Body Snatchers), and despite what that might say about me, I don't at all feel the need to run around wreaking havoc on any kind of level whatsoever.

The envelope it came in described the female character as  "femme fatale" - most likely to compare her to the noir films referenced so often, but she wasn't nearly so sinister. Technically, yes, she got the "hero" in trouble (some pretty deep trouble, if you consider it realistically), but the entirety of the plot did not include any larger events, murders, artificial inflations of that kind, etc. It was simply (or complexly?) a romance between a sedentary nerd and a marginally abusive lunatic, both of whom were fairly brilliantly acted, but don't tell Cillian; he'll get a swollen head.

The images in great moments really boil down to the knot-hole in a fence, Lucy Liu's continuously more exposed chest, and the aforementioned backside. None of these images really strike the imagination, or pretend the epic. Perhaps one image of Violet sitting on the floor of the DVD store and swapping discs sticks in any sort of meaningful way.

Still trying to decide on amusing or pointless. I'll get back to you.

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