The narrative of the film is almost entirely discursive, and largely consists of the Counselor sitting around with his obviously crooked associates — Brad Pitt in a dingy white suit, stringy hair and a black eye; Javier Bardem in hilariously ugly designer duds, accessorized with girly cocktails — having stilted, stylized conversations about women and money and snuff films and the meaning of life that don’t go anywhere. It’s like a mumblecore movie about a bunch of Sarah Lawrence philosophy majors, made by coked-up rich people for 100 bajillion dollars.
Posted on: Sun, 27 Oct 2013 15:30:24 +0000
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