"You dont wanna be trapped inside with me, sunshine!"
Alright. After seeing Tom Hardy in
Inception the other day, I was totally ready to start a week-long Tom Hardy movie marathon. Just he and I in bed with cuddly blankets and lots of ice cream. Turns out there isn't that much on his resumé yet (oh, but there will be!), and if you have your principles and don't watch James Bond movies and have sworn to never watch a Guy Ritchie film again, the possibilities quickly became even smaller. Alas, it will be a mini-marathon.
Bronson here was the one film on his resumé that interested me the most, but I gotta admit, being newly enamoured, it was a bit of a downer that Tom Hardy wasn't even gonna look like Tom Hardy here. I
really like his face. But oh well, I was also kinda interested in his performance ;).
So I sat down and watched it
, and I gotta say, it started out quite promising, for not even two minutes in, Tom Hardy was already showing me his penis. That‘s gotta make up for not looking like Tom Hardy! Thank you. But it was all downhill from there. It basically just shows Michael Peterson (Tom Hardy), who renamed himself after actor Charles Bronson, discovering his calling. Blessed with delusions of grandeur, he always knew he would be famous one day, he just didn't know what for. Now he knows. He will be England‘s most violent prisoner! And he will have earned it! So the film pretty much just shows him kicking everybody's ass, knocking out every authority that comes his way in prison and on the "funny farm".
I really disliked the way this film was made. It was a strange mix of hip and fast collage-style cuts and extremely overdramatized sequences and monologues Hardy performs on a theater stage. It actually reminded me quite a bit of a Guy Ritchie movie, in that it is portraying something serious as if it were somehow supposed to be hysterical, and I just happen to think there are certain topics that just shouldn't be portayed that way. I‘m all for funny, but there are boundaries. I wasn't too blown away by the movie‘s style from the beginning, but it totally lost me once we got into the mental institution. To tell you the truth, I would have turned it off if I they hadn't been showing Tom Hardy's butt on a frequent basis. It kinda felt like being handed candy every couple of miles while pulling through a river of thick shit. The way director Nicolas Winding Refn portrayed mental illness was so utterly respectless, stylized and false I didn't know whether I wanted to cry, throw rotten fruit at the screen or eat rotten fruit myself. This topic has been fucked with so many times in movies, but this must have been the peak of the low-point.
Thankfully, Bronson is soon certified as being sane and we're outta there, and the movie got a bit better once we‘re back in the "real world". The part where he is back with his parents in his childhood home actually felt genuine, and I even learned a new expression, as his uncle greets Bronson with "Well, fuck me inside out!". So yeah, the movie was good there for about five minutes, but then it was all downhill again; everything is just too damn stylized to be taken seriously. This doesn't feel like a portrait of an interesting character. It makes fun of Bronson, it exploits him, it turns him into a cartoon character. Yeah, I really think
Bronson isn't a homage but an exploitation of the famous prisoner. It certainly isn‘t neutral. The longer it runs, the more it turns into a pathetic farce that got more and more embarrassing to watch. This felt like too many movies I don't like:
Fight Club, anything by Ritchie, anything by Tarantino. I am not sure what the director wanted to say or do, the whole thing was one big hodgepodge. And as much as I appreciate Tom Hardy whirling his dick around more than I was hoping for, it really felt that every scene was just trying to outdo the previous one, trying to be even louder, freakier, more exploitative. So yeah,
Bronson is kind of a joke, and I was glad when it was over.
Tom Hardy should do a romantic comedy, oh yes! 'cause I was really hoping to end the evening with flashing, love-shaped eyes. Too bad this film pissed me off so much that my new and tender love for him was kinda drowned out. I'm kinda sorry he was part of this, even if his talent is obvious. His performance is intense and fearless, and even though he was made to overact like hell, he's got nice little details in his play. He‘s kinda like a crude, proletarian version of Heath Ledger, or a slightly colder, less approachable Colin Farrell. In any case, that working class badass charm really does it for me, and I really hope this stinker of a film didn't ruin the whole thing. See, I really love falling in love at the movies, and it's been quite a while since someone crush-worthy came along. Robert Pattinson must have been
months ago!, and there‘s still plenty of space for more movie boys in my movie heart.
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