Ryan Gosling, instructed again to maintain a poker face from start to finish, plays a man who traffics in drugs. His brother’s murder arouses the ire of two formidable figures: a local policeman who doesn’t hesitate to use a massive sword that he carries on his person—after which he relaxes by singing in karaoke bars—and Gosling’s mother, played by Kristin Scott Thomas, whose manner (and foul mouth) are almost as lethal as that polished steel weapon. It’s always interesting to watch this talented actress flex her muscles (here, playing a cold-hearted American) but I’m sorry it’s in such a tiresome movie.
Everything about Only God Forgives is shrouded in mood lighting and an air of portent. There is no particular suspense, as we are never in doubt that the policeman is going to use his sword to eviscerate the people who get in his way. It’s only a question of when and where the violence will occur.
an exercise in high style, I suppose Only
God Forgives has its merits. If one has a perverse sense of humor, I
suppose its overall absurdity might score a few points. I found nothing of