'God Is a Bullet' Review: Cult, but Not Classic – The New York Times
A kidnapping cult regrets making off with a detective’s daughter on this wearyingly unsavory film.
I didn’t rely the variety of instances a lady’s face is smashed — by a fist, a boot, a brick wall — in “God Is a Bullet,” Nick Cassavetes’s first characteristic in virtually a decade. However the misogyny of the film’s risibly sadistic villains is just one distasteful thread on this sleazy saga of rescue and revenge.
Tailored by Cassavetes from Boston Teran’s 1999 novel of the identical identify, the plot facilities on Bob Hightower (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau), a mild-mannered detective, as he searches for the child-trafficking cult that has murdered his ex-wife and kidnapped his daughter. Emotionless behind a despairing mustache, Bob welcomes the foulmouthed help of Case (Maika Monroe), a battle-hardened cult escapee. Case possesses intimate data of the gang’s degenerate chief, Cyrus (a crazy-eyed Karl Glusman), for whom she has sacrificed a number of enamel and most of her self-respect.
The searchers don’t have a lot of a plan, drifting by the dim rooms and dusty outposts the place Cyrus and his acolytes may be discovered. Jamie Foxx, inexplicably named The Ferryman, is round to offer Bob with tattoos and ammunition, and an virtually unrecognizable January Jones seems briefly as a sneering drunk whose pertinence stays imprecise — at the least to anybody as numbed by the movie’s viciousness as I used to be.
Coming in at an interminable 155 minutes, “God Is a Bullet” has a punishing implacability. The performing is workmanlike, the settings are sometimes ugly and the particular results — particularly a grisly stomach-stapling — can solely be described as strenuously particular. For Cassavetes, this can be as removed from “The Pocket book” as he’s ever more likely to get.
God Is a Bullet
Not rated. Operating time: 2 hours 35 minutes. In theaters.
Adblock check (Why?)
