Review Date: January 29, 2006
Director: Richard Shepard
Writer: Richard Shepard
Producers: Pierce Brosnan, Bryan Furst, Sean Furst, Beau St. Clair
Pierce Brosnan as Julian
Greg Kinnear as Danny
Hope Davis as Bean
Being a black comedy more than a thriller though, Shepard makes sure to cut away or save us the actual displeasure of seeing people getting whacked on screen, so that we can continue to empathize with Brosnan’s aging killer, a man who seems to have hit a wall in his “career”. With everything out on location for the first half of the movie (including a matador match in Mexico City…hence the title?), it was also nice to get back home during the film’s second half, particularly since it injected the always-effective Hope Davis into the proceedings, and created a cute surreal scenario as the hitman sat around drinking whiskey with the typical suburban couple and their wonderfully decorated Christmas abode. Real sweet stuff. Of course, the “sweet stuff” doesn’t last too long as more killings are on the way, but it all comes together with a few twists and turns to boot, and a couple of “held back” scenes that meld into the big picture. I can’t finish this review without providing kudos to the film’s fun dialogue either, particularly Brosnan’s who would constantly drop hilarious one-liners into the mix including an uncomfortably funny first meeting with Kinnear at the hotel bar (“You like cock?”) and his constant gripes about hookers around the world (“All they are here is blushy-blushy, but no fuckey-suckey”).
Like I said “fun times” for anyone looking for a quick creative movie-making fix, with Brosnan’s career performance leading the way, plenty of tomfoolery backing it all up and dark comedy, cute touches, moral grapplings and even a little emotional stuff packed in to create one of the best movies of the year so far. Hehehe, get it…it’s the first movie that I’ve seen this year. Seriously though, it’s great! And I don’t think I’m ever going to get the visual of Brosnan straddling across the hotel lobby in nothing but his black speedos and black cowboy boots, with a beer and cigarette in hand, out of my mind for a long, long time to come. And you know what…I’m okay with that!! That was some funny shite.