Loose, flinty, and a little in love with itself, Perrier’s Bounty struts the fine line of self-consciousness drawn by neo-gangster capers like The Usual Suspects , In Bruges and Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels. It’s still a relatively new — and presumably malleable — design, but director Ian Fitzgibbon seems comfortable within its broad strokes: Chronic f*ck-up angers casually vicious, slightly absurd kingpin; bon mots and a body count ensue. Not designed to blend in (can a film in an eccentric mold achieve true eccentricity?) and yet lacking the extra inch to distinguish it from its better-known kin, Perrier’s Bounty is content to merely measure up.
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REVIEW: Jim Broadbent, Cillian Murphy Anchor Eccentric Perrier’s Bounty
