Writer/director Martin McDonagh’s new film, “Seven Psychopaths”,
has everything a dude wants out of a movie. It’s awash in violence, booze, laughter,
dog thievery, and the titular madmen. Emphasis on the men. At
one point, the protagonist, Marty (Colin Farell), a busted Irish screenwriter,
is accused of only writing female characters so they can be killed off later.
That charge has been leveled at McDonagh a time or two. We’re talking a
testosterone-fueled, pseudo-road movie with a story that’s smart, quick-witted,
and self-referential. Pulling off stories within stories, films within the
film, the narrative is an endlessly inventive, looping spiral of dark humor,
blood, and earnest emotion.
