I’m not one to say that a movie HAS to be made a certain way or in a certain style. Having said that, movies about drug trafficking, drug cartels, and drug violence should really be done in a raw, gritty fashion. That’s the standard, be it Steven Soderbergh’s “Traffic” or television’s “Breaking Bad.” The style and the content really work in perfect harmony.
And it’s a standard for a reason. Oliver Stone, ever the belligerent iconoclast, feels no need for such formalities. He’s begging for attention as usual in his latest feature effort “Savages,” a film that’s about two drug growers in a ménage à trois with a girl who winds up being used as a pawn against them, although it’s really just about Oliver Stone. His insistence on making curious directorial choices often makes the film feel like a tasteless, hair-brained Tarantino flick.
His insistence on savagely graphic violence aestheticizes slaughterings, tortures, and killings to the point where it seems to serve only Stone’s eye. One particular scene goes way too far; it’s a disgusting sight to behold and really doesn’t have much to say about the morality of violence. Scorsese-esque, this is not.
And if the violence doesn’t make “Savages” unwatchable for you, then maybe the acting will. Blake Lively, taking a page from the Kristen Stewart playbook, grunts, moans, and brays her way through a juicy role that could have been memorable in the hands of someone like Elizabeth Olsen or Rooney Mara. Aaron Johnson and Taylor Kitsch as leading men in a love triangle (that Stone presents with some homoerotic undertones) are passable, but Kitsch really should find a role where he can channel the emotional honesty he brought to Tim Riggins on television’s “Friday Night Lights.”
Stone also finds a way to turn Oscar nominees John Travolta and Salma Hayek and winner Benicio del Toro into caricatures, particularly Hayek, whose thick accent is played for comedy. It’s a shame that “Savages” is hijacked by its director to flaunt the peculiarities of his own mind. The story, a caper of duplicity and cannabis, is actually quite captivating. But to Oliver Stone, it’s merely a canvas onto which he can make his “Bonnie & Clyde.” In the hands of a director who respects the source material enough to subvert and subdue their own tendencies if they were not suited for the story, “Savages” could have easily been something very special. C+ /