We ditched a panel that Quentin Tarantino didn’t show up for to go watch this movie. Sometimes hopping into a movie as a “time killer” can be a disaster (Four Boxes). Sometimes it’s an excellent surprise (Moon). Here with Barry Munday, however, it’s somewhere in between. I didn’t exactly love this movie, but I couldn’t help to at least enjoy it either. Not to mention, it has a healthy amount of laughs and in the end some pretty good schmaltz to boot.
Read the rest of the review after the jump.
I’ve been thinking for the past few days now, and there’s just no way to say with any kind of gentleness (or with the respect that an actor like Clive Owen deserves) how truly terrible a life event it is to sit through Mike Hodges’ hard-boiled thriller I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead. I was drawn to this movie, seeing it sitting there on the Blockbuster shelf, because of Clive Owen. I didn’t know who the guy was when I saw The Bourne Identity or King Arthur, which no doubt helped him enter my mind on a level playing field when I saw Sin City for the first time. The movie that was billed as a dark Bruce Willis vehicle ended up reminding us of Mickey Rourke (whose performances in the low-profile Masked and Anonymous and even the higher-profiled Domino and Once Upon a Time in Mexico went largely unnoticed, aside from his dog) and introducing American audiences to Clive’s particular style of stone-facery. So I picked it up.
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