"There are moments of inspiration and beauty when all the world makes sense and the elegant secret mechanics of man and God are revealed in their many dimensions, and the universe is laid out before my eyes, and it is a blessed place".
I can't help feeling that this film, more than any other, recommended Ryan Reynolds for the title role in "Deadpool". No other film in his career puts his madness on display to such an extent. He plays Jeremy Hickfang, a manual labourer who hears voices. They aren't voices floating in the air all around him, they have sources. His dog Bosco talks to him, and his cat Mr. Whiskers talks to him. They argue with one another, and they argue with Jeremy. Bosco is a voice of reason who tells him to do good, while Mr. Whiskers tells him to give in to his dark side. Why does he choose to listen to Mr. Whiskers?
Jeremy kills Fiona, the woman he loves, and he keeps her head so that he has someone to talk to. She talks back, of course. She tells him that he should kill another woman, so that she'll have another head to talk to when Jeremy is at work. That means the dog is outvoted 2:1 by the other voices.
Fiona justifies Jeremy's homicidal urges with philosophical arguments:
"Is a serial killer something that you are, like being brown-eyed or right-handed? Or is it something that you choose, like being an accountant?"
This is a twisted, irreverent film. Most of the time I don't know whether to laugh or gasp in horror. That's why I like it so much. It's crossed the line between good and bad taste, but it's impossible not to like Ryan Reynolds as a schizophrenic serial killer.
Success Rate: - 24.8
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