I've decided to start doing reviews of films and shows on Netflix. There are some that I've already watched so maybe I will make a new journal every week or so. But I think I'll start with the Spike Lee film that I just finished watching, just about minute before I even began typing up this journal.
So it's one of those strange films directed by Spike Lee (Inside Man, Malcolm X) the screenplay was by Mark Protosevich (Thor, I Am Legend) and apparently based off a manga of the same name and pretty much just a U.S. remake of the Korean film of the same name. It stars Josh Brolin (The Goonies, Men in Black III) as the "protagonist," Elizabeth Olsen (Godzilla 2014, The Avengers: Age of Ultron), Sharlto Copley (District 9, The A-Team), and some scenes with Samuel L. Jackson (The amazing actor that needs no filmography). So, this movie is really fucked up. Basically, it begins in 1993, with Joe Doucett (Brolin), and apparently he's a complete drunken dick. He likes to get shitfaced, and hold a horrible hatred towards his ex-wife. One night, he gets super drunk, buys a shitty present for his daughter's birthday that he couldn't give a damn about (it's a ridiculously racist rubber ducky), he wants to have fun and ends up blacking out. He waked up in a room only to find no one else inside, a window that's not a window (a curtain with a picture behind a panel of glass), a television with basic cable, a bathroom, and a door with no knob. A small doggie door opens and he's given food. Basically, he watches television and discovers his ex-wife has been murdered. He flips out and refuses to drink the vodka that's given to him with each meal he's given. He watches the workout channel and exercises, writing letters he intends to deliver to his daughter, determined to escape and find her. 20 years go by and he's simply... released. He awakens with an iPhone, his bag of letters, and a pair of sunglasses, while he is fully dressed in a decent suit.
He sets off to find whoever locked him up, kill that person, then find his daughter and see if she'll forgive him. He meets up with his old bartender friend and some young woman, Marie (Olsen), the bartender knows. They have a chat and believe Joe's story, Joe soon-after comes back to the hotel he was locked up in and cuts up some of Chaney's (Jackson) neck, Chaney gives into the pain and mentions he works for someone that he doesn't know the name of. After some help from Marie, the antagonist is revealed, Adrian (Copley), mentions and proves that he is indeed the killer from 20 years ago that raped and killed Joe's ex-wife. Adrian, without revealing his identity, challenges Joe to a little game: Find out who Adrian is, and why he killed Joe's ex, Adrian will reveal the location of Joe's daughter, confess his crime, and blow his brains out. If Joe refuses, he loses, and losing means death for Joe; naturally, Joe accepts. Leading to finding out who Adrian is and the bartender helps with that; Adrian is the brother of a girl from Joe's old university. Joe bullied the sister and found her having sex outside in the dark with some guy. The Bartender is killed for calling the sister a whore (she's been dead for years by the way, killed by her father who killed the entire family and himself, or so he thought, the son lived on as Adrian). After Marie and Joe have made love, and discover what they find to be all they need to know, Joe wants to get his daughter and see Adrian kill himself. But Adrian is the one who released Joe and wants to let Joe know why, despite Joe never asking.
It turns out, Adrian never had the daughter, he lied (fuckhead), and he released Joe for more revenge than simply letting him rot in some "hotel room." Evidently, Marie is Joe's daughter (that's worse than Luke and Leia's kiss!)
It was at this time I realized, I hate this fucking movie. I continued watching to see what would happen. Joe begs for death, Adrian shoots himself, Joe gives Marie the racist, Buddha ducky and a letter stating that he's leaving Marie forever, never revealing that he was her father. He pays Chaney to let him stay in the "hotel room" for the rest of his life. The end.
This movie is so fucked up, I was hoping for a Spike Lee action film, the first ever. But instead it's just another fucked up Spike Lee film. I would not recommend this film, it only makes sense that it was a flop at the box office. If you have nothing to do and want to watch something, watch ANYTHING else, even Barbarella would be better simply because of the feeling of being on a crazy drug trip.
Watching: The Sum of All Fears
Drinking: Dr Pepper