I never bothered with early Ellis because frankly, who cares about rich bisexuals snorting coke and being retarded? Although Perez Hilton has eight billion hits a day and a book deal, so I guess everybody. After he died.īret Easton Ellis adapted his own novel with the help of Nicholas Jarecki - a piece of crap whose only film credit stems from following the guy who directed the Tyson documentary around going, “Whaddaya think, whaddaya think, whaddaya think, huh?” Which goes to show that just because you have money doesn’t mean you have class or taste. It’s pretty much everything that’s wrong with society wrapped up in what would happen if Robert Altman tried to remake the “Gossip Girl” series.Only now. Admitting you like this film in public should be grounds for chemical castration. It masquerades as this trite, vapid glimpse into highlife in Los Angeles circa 1983, but really it’s just a bunch of unpleasant and boring douches glooming their way through overdramatic tripe. So it’s perfect that Mickey Rourke marquees this shameful train wreck. (Boozehound, hook a brother up.) Millions and millions of dollars go nowhere essentially turning what should have been a killer buzz into property damage, a sagging bloated feeling, a rotted septum, and huge blocks of your life invariably gone forever. Watching it is akin to what I assume hotel coke benders were like in the 1980s.
Pete’s wife, Sofia (Ana de Armas), has her hands full defending her husband and daughter.The Informers wastes time like only the wealthy can. “The Informer” drops a few story threads along the way - just when we’re building up a healthy movie-hatred for the General, he virtually disappears from the story - but the climactic scenes when all hell breaks loose are gripping and enthralling, and in the midst of all the blood, sweat and tears, Joel Kinnaman is kicking ass and taking names in true action movie-star fashion. And the ubiquitous Common ads his usual gravitas as an NYPD officer who responds to the sanctimonious feds by telling them he has an army of officers who will gladly go to war with their field office if that’s what it comes to. Clive Owen is a hiss-worthy villain as Wilcox’ superior at the FBI, who’s as ruthless and amoral as The General himself in pursuing the end game, collateral damage be damned. Rosamund Pike expertly captures the ambivalence of FBI Agent Wilcox, who is Pete’s connection with the Bureau and has come to like and respect him but has orders to burn him if things get too complicated. Shew! That’s a lot going on right there, yes? Fortunately, “The Informer” only rarely wades too deep into the murky waters, thanks to a solidly constructed screenplay by Di Stefano, Matt Cook and Rowan Joffe, and strong performances from the outstanding cast, who are often asked to give little speeches designed to keep us up to speed on everything that’s happening.Īna de Armas has more to do than most long-suffering wives/girlfriends in movies like this, and she’s a ball of curly-haired fire as she fiercely defends her husband and daughter. What could possibly go right? Rosamund Pike plays the FBI agent serving as Pete’s liaison to the bureau.
Pete will be working for The General but he’ll really be working for the FBI, and if all goes well, he’ll be sprung from prison and free to reunite with his wife and daughter and start a new life. When one such bust goes tragically sideways, resulting in the death of an undercover New York City cop, the all-powerful Polish drug lord known as “The General” (Eugene Lipinski) determines Pete has to take the fall and go back to prison, where he can handle certain criminal enterprises for the The General from behind bars - and get this: The FBI thinks that’s a great idea as well.
The FBI has arranged for Pete to get early parole in exchange for Pete becoming an undercover agent/informant on a series of narcotics busts in New York City. Kinnaman’s Pete Koslow is a rough-hewn, not-to-be-messed-with, brooding figure who was convicted of manslaughter after killing one of the thugs threatening his wife in a bar. Rated R (for strong violence and pervasive language). Vertical Entertainment presents a film directed by Andrea Di Stefano and written by Di Stefano, Matt Cook and Rowan Joffe.