I have to admit, I’m a fan of screenwriter Don Winslow’s writing but haven’t read the book to this going in, so seeing the low key modern noir set on beaches and bright afternoons felt familiar, but overlaying it with Oliver Stone’s insane sense of rapid-fire aesthetics and wild tonal shifts between deathly earnestness and winking self-parody was a little like an entire movie built around making me feel everything was fevered and unreal.
Needless to say, I think the movie is pretty great. More in the review, but it’s one of those glorious damn messes of a film, a go-for-broke attempt at making something big and different and unsafe, that teeters on the razor-thin line of collapsing in upon itself. Hell, maybe it does to a different person. This is a movie that could best be described as Not For Everyone, but I think it’s Stone’s best movie in a long time and a wild reminder that hard-boiled storytelling can and should be immediate and risky.