BROTHERS UP IN ARMS
Two twins go on one final heist before retiring via a lifelong wave of crime. Oh and uh, they're not identical twins cause one is 5'10" and the other is under 4 and a half feet. That's the gist of 2024's Brothers, a possible pseudo black comedy with a pseudo, southern-fried sapor.
So yeah, as "Let Your Love Flow" plays during the trailer of Brothers your ears perk up (I know mine did) and you sense that what's on screen might be a rollicking romp. No such luck. The film fizzles out as you watch it and you realize the bros in Brothers are about as interesting and likable as Brennan Huff and Dale Doback (um, that's not saying much).
Shot in Hotlanta and starring the likes of Josh Brolin, Marisa Tomei, Glenn Close, and Brendan Fraser (that's two Academy Award winners and two Academy Award nominees y'all), Brothers runs 88 minutes with the barest bones of a plot and some real weedy characterizations. I mean you can hardly call it a movie let alone a collection of situational, farce dailies that somehow snuck into the final cut. "What is wrong with you?". Uh, that's a question only the collaborators of Brothers could answer and I'm not sure they even know.
So OK, why does Brothers want to trick you into thinking it might be a cult classic wannabe? And what was the point in putting out a flick that was made over 3 years ago? I mean that seems like a red flag to me if you had to shelve Brothers while it collected that proverbial dust. Sure it's got a cast that's game and sure, it's giddily violent while being fairly well-paced. But do we really need extra scenes of grossness complete with a clip of an ape persona smoking a doobie while yearning for sexual advances from Brolin's sad sack family man, Moke Munger (what?)? Didn't think so. "Sibling abused".
Written by Jesse Burleson
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