A gore-splattered grindhouse flick with
heart
Movie fans are probably most
familiar with writer-director S. Craig Zahler's bleak Western "Bone Tomahawk",
starring Kurt Russell and Richard Jenkins.
However, Zahler's follow-up film, "Brawl in Cell Block 99"
starring Vince Vaughn and Don Johnson, is very similar in its focus on tersely
written character drama interspersed between scenes of increasingly volcanic
violence. Zahler loves pulp films, both
in style and in bodily destruction, but thankfully he is able to balance the
aortic explosions with sincere, intimate exposition that gives the grisly
proceedings meaning beyond mercilessness.
Vince Vaughn is Bradley
Thomas, a former drug mule struggling to live a clean life. Recently fired from his auto body job, Bradley
regretfully returns to running meth in order for him and his newly pregnant wife to have
a chance at being a happy family.
However, Bradley is gifted and/or cursed with a functioning conscience
and when a delivery goes bad, he stays instead of running. Bradley shoots some of his cohorts to prevent
local cops from being murdered, but Bradley's criminal history overshadows this
one selfless act, and he is sentenced to seven years in prison.
Bradley's wife is kidnapped, and their unborn child
is threatened with prenatal dismemberment unless Bradley kills a man in another
prison. The slow and inexorable descent into brutality upon brutality reaches nearly nonsensical heights as getting to that man requires Bradley to leave a trail of broken
bones and crippled guards behind him.
This is NOT a film for the squeamish, but the increasing chiaroscuro
style of the cinematography makes Bradley's persistent plunge into amoral
oblivion take on a painterly elegance and composition. Filth and darkness has rarely looked so
repulsively and yet classically gorgeous.
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