What is it with filmmakers who start out with some quirky
little movie that gets a lot of recognition for its panache, or great writing,
or great storytelling and then they’re given a big budget and bunch of movie
stars and things just seem to run away from them? Martin McDonagh started out
with In Bruges, which signaled the
start of a promising career in the gangster/hitman genre, the kind of talky
pictures about wretched individuals who nevertheless epitomize cool made famous
by Quentin Tarantino. Seven Psychopaths
is his second feature film, an absurd farce of a story about an Irish
screenwriter named Marty (autobiographical much?) trying to write a movie
called Seven Psychopaths
(self-referential much?).
