Ouch. This film was recommended to me as a low-viewer-investment feature. My friend described it as the kind of movie to watch half drunk after midnight. A movie to kick back and enjoy some mindless fun. Unfortunately he was only half right...
THURSDAY is a vapid, hollow, misconstructed crime yarn that would have been better served as an hour long TV movie (the production looks like Canadian TV...no offense kids in the hall). The plot is contrived and the characters are bland and shallow- depth and complexity are foreign terms. The dialog was uninspired and at times, wooden. THURSDAY doesn't even provide a steady diet of cynicism, as it alternates between sardonic, tongue in cheek moments and sappy melodrama. I wasn't exactly expecting a grand cinematic experience, but this lack of substance, combined with a hallmark soundtrack at the sentimental moments, was painful.
This is the same kind of narcissistic, neo-noir drivel that suppurated from tinsel town in the 90s (see WHITE SANDS, RED ROCK WEST, AFTER DARK MY SWEET, all of which have more plot than THURSDAY). Yes it is supremely Tarentino-esquire: James Le Gros utters lines severely reminiscent of Mr. Blonde, True Romance rip offs abound. Yet this is more like a semi-literate cinematic love letter to QT, and I've always been sensitive about QT anyway. Exploitive violence is just exploitation. David Lynch for dummies.
This movie has a few redeeming qualities in its talented supporting cast, but the male lead could suck the life out of any scene. There is a great rape scene (continuity gaffe-explain to me how he got his package back in his pants?), and Mickey Rourke doing Mickey Rourke quite well as a sleazy, greasy, dirty cop. I should probably get a hepatitis shot after sitting so close to the screen.
If you want misanthropic, 90's Y-Generation entertainment, check out THE DOOM GENERATION. This movie succeeds in its irreverence because of it's impeccable color, creativity, and unpredictability. Sadly three virtues THURSDAY labors without.
3/10* AVOID.
THURSDAY is a vapid, hollow, misconstructed crime yarn that would have been better served as an hour long TV movie (the production looks like Canadian TV...no offense kids in the hall). The plot is contrived and the characters are bland and shallow- depth and complexity are foreign terms. The dialog was uninspired and at times, wooden. THURSDAY doesn't even provide a steady diet of cynicism, as it alternates between sardonic, tongue in cheek moments and sappy melodrama. I wasn't exactly expecting a grand cinematic experience, but this lack of substance, combined with a hallmark soundtrack at the sentimental moments, was painful.
This is the same kind of narcissistic, neo-noir drivel that suppurated from tinsel town in the 90s (see WHITE SANDS, RED ROCK WEST, AFTER DARK MY SWEET, all of which have more plot than THURSDAY). Yes it is supremely Tarentino-esquire: James Le Gros utters lines severely reminiscent of Mr. Blonde, True Romance rip offs abound. Yet this is more like a semi-literate cinematic love letter to QT, and I've always been sensitive about QT anyway. Exploitive violence is just exploitation. David Lynch for dummies.
This movie has a few redeeming qualities in its talented supporting cast, but the male lead could suck the life out of any scene. There is a great rape scene (continuity gaffe-explain to me how he got his package back in his pants?), and Mickey Rourke doing Mickey Rourke quite well as a sleazy, greasy, dirty cop. I should probably get a hepatitis shot after sitting so close to the screen.
If you want misanthropic, 90's Y-Generation entertainment, check out THE DOOM GENERATION. This movie succeeds in its irreverence because of it's impeccable color, creativity, and unpredictability. Sadly three virtues THURSDAY labors without.
3/10* AVOID.