Tuesday 7 September 2010

In Bruges (2007)

This is a genuinely odd film, but that is not necessarily a bad thing, it just makes it hard to pigeon-hole. It has elements of the cockney, gangster film popularised by Guy Ritchie, a bit of the fish-out-of-water style of Sexy Beast and then lurches wildly from comedy, to fairly bloody violence, to tragedy and pathos. At times it can be very hard to work out whether we are supposed to just sit back and laugh, identify with the characters, be horrified, or something else.
Colin Farrell plays Ray, a strange puppy-dog of a man, dispatched with fellow hitman Ken (Brendan Gleeson) to Bruges after a hit on a Catholic priest goes tragically wrong. Ray finds Bruges dull and pathetic, ("If I grew up on a farm and was retarded, Bruges might impress me but I didn't, so it doesn't") but Ken finds himself enjoying it. Harry (played by Ralph Fiennes), their boss back in England eventually finds his way to Bruges to confront the two of them, where Ray has begun to enjoy some time with a local drug dealer named Chloe. There is also a dwarf actor, a Canadian tourist and some overweight Americans caught up in the mix.
The violence, when it comes, is genuinely affecting and realistic and you really feel like it hurts (as opposed to many of the Ritchie capers and their kin, where it all starts to feel like a bit of a laugh). A burnt face from a cap gun, a destroyed leg from a gun shot and a serious arterial neck wound all feel very real.
The pacing and plot are a bit of a liability, as not an awful lot happens and it takes quite a long time to not happen, but there is a lot of fun to be had in sharing Ray's genuine misery at being stuck in what he considers to be a nothing town. There is also utter joy in watching Ralph Fiennes destroy an otherwise perfectly useful telephone before yelling completely unwarranted verbal abuse at his wife, in front of their young children. It's not how we would all necessarily run our homes, but it is pretty funny. The swearing count is pretty much up there with Goodfellas, with pretty much all of the worst words you could imagine cropping up fairly regularly. It's not intended to shock though, it is simply a reflection on how casually these words find their way into the regular speech of these characters. They think nothing of it.
I really enjoyed the couple of house spent in this film's company and although I feel no great need to watch it again and again, it was time well spent.

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