What a mess. What a cheesy mess. Those are technical terms.
I usually try to catch Oliver Stone’s films out of a fond remembrance of how much I loved his work in the 1980s. I liked some of his films in the 90s, too.
Since I missed Savages when it was in theatrical release, I decided to watch it this afternoon on HBO On Demand.
It was pretty bad (man, I wish Taylor Kitsch could land another role as good as Riggins in Friday Night Lights), but I couldn’t turn it off.
Maybe it was morbid curiosity. I did keep wondering just how bad it could get. Or, maybe it was the appeal of the knitting project I had started that I didn’t want to put aside at the time.
In any case, I didn’t stick around because the film was engaging.