After The Assassination Of Jesse James, many would’ve walked over hot coals to see Andrew Dominik’s next film.
Sadly, the scorched soles are only partially worth it - his follow-up offers too much to be truly disappointing, but in no way challenges its predecessor.
Brad Pitt’s the enforcer taking out the trash after two fuck-up crims rob the wrong card game. It’s filled with terrific set-pieces (the robbery itself, a savage beatdown, a dreamy heroin fug), but is undermined by sledgehammer politics.
With almost every scene backed by a political speech on the box, it starts out interesting, becomes irritating, then distracting, then infuriating.
