This movie has a brilliant cast, excellent acting, good direction and is beautifully shot. The script is a problem that cannot be overcome, regardless of these efforts.
So there's this drug deal wrapped around a love story. The details of both are intentionally vague. The story isn't really about how clever drug dealers do their thing, or about how two people in love do that thing. Rather this film connects showpiece moments between varying levels of pontificating, sanctimonious or self pitying drug dealers.
Michael Fassbender is a lawyer who wants to have even more money (to delight his bride to be, apparently) and decides to engage in a 20 million dollar drug deal. Forget, for the moment, why it is that drug dealers would choose to share their plans and schemes, much less their profits, with a would-be drug dealer. He has no experience and no money. Why would they talk to him, much less share with him? It is necessary for the plot, so we ignore this omission.
Our Counselor visits first this one then that one, each preaching to him about the dangers, cautioning him against becoming an upper end drug smuggler making millions in profits. Granted, all the arguments are overtly hollow and halfhearted as these are drug dealers speaking them. Clearly they have chosen this path for themselves.
The plot is carried out in a series of anonymous criminal activities, never directly tied to any of the main characters. So guys load drugs into a truck and drive the truck. Some other guys steal the truck. There is some shooting and some other guys (maybe the first guys?) steal the truck back.
But really, all the action (what there is of it) is a backdrop to move forward the pontificating dialogue. First whether or not to become a drug dealer, Mr Counselor, then very quickly what to do about the plan that has gone so very wrong, Mr Counselor. That the Counselor is never actually tied to anything having gone wrong is another "don't look at this part that makes no sense" part of the plot.
At the end of the film we are treated to an overture from a Colombian drug lord, who explains that The Counselor has already made his decisions, that he is far too far passed having made them to change course now. Then he talks about his favorite poet and how horrible grief is.
So, back in reality, drug dealers don't have favorite poets. The don't speculate as to whether or not they want the money, all those millions I mean, and they don't waste time monologue-ing to would be dealers about the pro's and con's of being in the drug smuggling business. Drug dealers know they want the money, they know they will kill, and they aren't generally a chatty bunch, feeling the need to explain themselves.
With this cast, and the skill shown in shooting the film, it's unfortunate that they chose to waste all that skill on a script that should have stayed a book.
So there's this drug deal wrapped around a love story. The details of both are intentionally vague. The story isn't really about how clever drug dealers do their thing, or about how two people in love do that thing. Rather this film connects showpiece moments between varying levels of pontificating, sanctimonious or self pitying drug dealers.
Michael Fassbender is a lawyer who wants to have even more money (to delight his bride to be, apparently) and decides to engage in a 20 million dollar drug deal. Forget, for the moment, why it is that drug dealers would choose to share their plans and schemes, much less their profits, with a would-be drug dealer. He has no experience and no money. Why would they talk to him, much less share with him? It is necessary for the plot, so we ignore this omission.
Our Counselor visits first this one then that one, each preaching to him about the dangers, cautioning him against becoming an upper end drug smuggler making millions in profits. Granted, all the arguments are overtly hollow and halfhearted as these are drug dealers speaking them. Clearly they have chosen this path for themselves.
The plot is carried out in a series of anonymous criminal activities, never directly tied to any of the main characters. So guys load drugs into a truck and drive the truck. Some other guys steal the truck. There is some shooting and some other guys (maybe the first guys?) steal the truck back.
But really, all the action (what there is of it) is a backdrop to move forward the pontificating dialogue. First whether or not to become a drug dealer, Mr Counselor, then very quickly what to do about the plan that has gone so very wrong, Mr Counselor. That the Counselor is never actually tied to anything having gone wrong is another "don't look at this part that makes no sense" part of the plot.
At the end of the film we are treated to an overture from a Colombian drug lord, who explains that The Counselor has already made his decisions, that he is far too far passed having made them to change course now. Then he talks about his favorite poet and how horrible grief is.
So, back in reality, drug dealers don't have favorite poets. The don't speculate as to whether or not they want the money, all those millions I mean, and they don't waste time monologue-ing to would be dealers about the pro's and con's of being in the drug smuggling business. Drug dealers know they want the money, they know they will kill, and they aren't generally a chatty bunch, feeling the need to explain themselves.
With this cast, and the skill shown in shooting the film, it's unfortunate that they chose to waste all that skill on a script that should have stayed a book.
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