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 The
Mexican
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Starring:
Brad Pitt, Julia Roberts, James Gandolfini, David Krumholtz
and Gene Hackman.
Directed
by:
Gore Verbinski
Rated: R
I
know I'm not going to be popular with the oh-we-love-to-trash-everyone/thing
movie critics out there, so shoot me with a century old silver
handcrafted artisian pistol....but I loved this.
Sure,
if it wasn't these two particular mega-watted stars beaming
off the screen with cosmic scintillating glare straight into
my yielding retina, rounded off nicely by shooting talent James
Gandolfini, it wouldn't have been as...simply entertaining.
But it was. Enjoyable and fun. They all have nice chemistry.
A
fan of both Roberts and Pitt—especially doué beau jeune
homme Pitt—I was very happy indeed.
This new Curt Cobain - Seattlesque - retro - grunge clothing
choice with Pitt is so attractive—truly. Few men could
dress that "down" and still be quite that
do-able.(I think he just kept the caravan-carny guy's wardrobe
from Snatch.
The pants, definately.)
Alas,
he did keep the Salvation wear on through the whole
film...no bare tenderloin of manbeef ala Fight
Club tonight gals.
 The
Mexican's story goes... Mr. Mob Boss Margolis (Gene "uber
talent" Hackman) is making his not so happy lackey, Jerry
( Brad " near male perfection" Pitt) head down to
Mexico to retreive a pistol of great myth and worth. Aptly called
"The Mexican," this pistol comes steeped in... handed
down malarkey, er, lore. He gets the pistol for the Big Calamari
or gets cannoli'ed
So
waggish Jerry breaks the news to his volatile gal pal Samantha,
affectionately nicknamed Samsonite©
(clever product plug by the producers or ad-lib, you be the
judge folks). She freaks a gasket.
They
were suppose to be heading to Vegas. Starting a fresh life...Blah-
blah, bitch- bitch. He pleads, he ponders...he goes. You would
too if the Big Salami gave you a choice of getting the Mexican
derringer or death.
Oh-oh.
The coveted pistol is found but promptly stolen. Or did they
just want Jerry's sexy rental car...his El Camino —aka
babe-mega-magnet— no?
Which ever the case, the Big Kahuna thinks Jerry bamboozled
the pistol and is looking to cash in. Jer's in deep... refried
beans. Poor likeable loser's been robbed, stranded all alone
in mean old mexico without Javier Rodriguez
Rodriquez in site and no one believes him...
Enter
the pistol negotiators. Well, hitmen. One ices the other and
snags the chick. Jerry's chick Sam (Julia "pearly whites"
Roberts).
The triumphant hitman, Leroy (Gandolfinmartini), figures- get
the girlfriend Jerry left behind, find Jerry, get pistol, whack
'em and call it a day.
The
frolicking begins. The scenes are well choreographed. Lots of
subtle jokes are there if your paying attention.
The
audience was divided in thirds; A third there for Roberts, a
third for Pitt. Their camps gave in and giggled and guffawed
through each scene. The
last third looked like a teamsters meeting in west Jersey. Tough
guys. They sat smooshed into the chairs, chatting loudly, hands
folded watching their man. Obviously fans of The Sopranos
(which I have never seen mind you- no HBO).
They started to get a tad, eh, nervous when James Gandolfini's
character
" Leroy" expunged a secret and then acted upon it...They
may cancel their HBO after this one!
Roberts,
who's up for the Oscar for Erin
Brokocabbage, radiates per usual. She's just likable.
Jules went over the edge a couple of times but she's too charming
to really moan about it. She's a fellow chickbabe squared if
you ask me.
 This
James fellow is what James Belushi coulda been huh? He's sexy
in that common guy- with heaps of personality-remembers flowers-heart
o' gold-but makes 250.00 a week take home- way. He's got those
actor eyes. That whole Stanislavski soul within a soul stuffamagawl.
He inhabits — if you get my drift. Me want more.
Snack
recommendation: Sandwiches with yellow soda of any kind
or Cactus Pear margaritas and Sabana.
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