An hour and a half of film that starts like that mythical day of fury of Michael Douglas or perhaps even evoking Fight Club Brad Pitt y Edward Norton.
The issue is that gradual anger, in a fine crescendo that captivates us with the latent claim that hosts are going to be distributed like bread.
Because if Tarantino has taught us anything, it is that taking violence to the extreme of absurdity, everything is allowed. It is not a question of dwelling on it with existential foundations.
Simply kill for the sake of killing, without treachery or premeditation. Nothing personal, but the motherfucker pays. Inspiration in the graffiti seen in some cities… “I hate you too”…
Don't give it any more thought. The Nobody who is the protagonist of this movie and you know it. The fucking garbage truck has you crazy. He jumps out when you are ready to take your shit and various intimacies to him. And the thing is that routine traps you with its anti-climax inertia, but the garbage truck can escape even if you always go out at the same time to meet it.
Hence the protagonist's feeling that he is Nobody. A nobody who has missed all the trains, the best years, the best erections and even the hair on his head.
It is part of that "law of life." Surely many of us consider routine a blessing. But there are those who do not know how to carry it and you have to understand them. Because society sells motorcycles that you can never buy.
The point is that if something is going to break your routine or that of Mr. Nobody (beyond the garbage truck whose driver sticks out his middle finger while he gets away from you), it may be the appearance of some thieves about to take you for a ride. before your world.
Or simply some hooligans who bother the crowd on the bus. The kind that you want to annihilate with knives when you see them arrive occupying the seats of the elders or throwing a book at the carefree reader.
For Mr. Nobody, it's about avenging the world, José Mota's uncle la vara, but made in America. A good beating never hurts to wake up and take away the nonsense of so many scatterbrained people out there.
A certain idea that we are incorrigible makes it easy to license gratuitous violence in movies like this. If we have no remedy, let us apply the most summary justice in that case, an eye for an eye and slaughter for simple protest.
As soon as John Wick, the blonde from Kill Bill and this Mr. Nobody came together as bloody heroes, so much stupidity that moves around there was going to end, like a current between common and less common criminals.
Murder as the most ridiculous solution, with the manual always next to "Mindfulness for murderers", a book that would surely illustrate this nobody embodied by Bob Odenkirk. Actor whom I did not know, but whom I will now follow with more confidence.
Hero or antihero. Who knows now? In their repertoire of weapons to combat evil... well, axes, knives, ropes with which to hang if necessary, bus bars, soda straws, sticks, vehicles to run over with fuel, watches or fire extinguishers...
And when things get bad it may be time to resort to a few k47s.
Another notable issue regarding annihilating heroes is that deep down any hero always dreams of being Robin Hood.
Cutting the dough can ultimately give that part of happiness (probably around 99%) that corresponds to the dough, and that every good citizen hopes to achieve with his daily effort. Including the most whimsical murderers.
We finish with a soundtrack full of great hits to accompany the most legendary scenes. The ones where bad guys strike everywhere between blood and fire.
Because every half-hero, half-scoundrel character needs a good melody to whistle while the world ends behind them. You'll Never Walk Alone, my friend.
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