I saw two films at the pictures yesterday. Michael Winterbottom's The Killer Inside Me, a vacant adaptation of Jim Thompson's novel, and Werner Herzog's energetic The Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans.

I reviewed the first film here.

Thoughts on Herzog's:
An energetic film for which everyone involved has seemingly said, "Fuck it" to all general notions of taste, merit and seriousness. It's genuinely hilarious at times, and there hasn't been a mainstream film so effortlessly bizarre in a long time - its best moment sees Nicolas Cage remove an old woman's oxygen supply, yelling, "You selfish c_unt! You people are what's wrong with this country!" which is telling of its confused absurdity.

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