Sunday, January 6, 2013
A couple of intervened stories: mobster Brick Top orders Turkish and Tommy to fix up a boxing match with a candidate that will lose. They agree, but while trying to buy a trailer, they accidentally enter into an argument with Gypsy Mickey who knocks out their boxer. Turkish and Tommy thus decide to put Mickey in the boxing match instead...Three men want to rob a pawnbroker, fail but manage to find Franky's valuable diamond. However, the diamond is claimed by Russian Boris and an American gangster, too, yet is swallowed by a dog who runs away. Mickey double crosses and kills Brick Top, wins the match while Tommy and Turkish find the dog.
Guy Ritchie directed even his second feature length film in the shape of a crime with a touch of playful comedy: "Snatch." is excellent, a juicy and rich achievement, yet surprisingly pleasant for its genre, probably because, unlike Tarantino, Ritchie never takes himself seriously. A part of the critics predictably artificially damped their reviews because the movie is stylistically and plot wise almost identical to Ritchie's previous one, "Lock, Stock and two Smoking Barrels", yet that is no real argument since a fair share of directors often direct always the same movies, just with different structuring, from Bunuel, Allen up to Tarkovsky. "Snatch." is a fantastic fun, with especially stand-out performances by Brad Pitt in the untypical role as Gypsy Mickey, Rade Serbedzija as the Russian thug and the perfect, phenomenal, down to a T played mobster Brick Top who is just might be the role of a lifetime for brilliant Alan Ford, a villain with glasses who has untypical comical and cultured outbursts with some of the greatest quotes ever ("Do you know what "nemesis" means? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. Personified in this case by an horrible cunt...me."; "In the quiet words of the Virgin Mary...come again?"). Among the stylistic highlights is a split screen equipped with subtitles for translation from Russian whereas nitpicking Ritchie for being "too playful" would be equally as pointless as saying that something is too good.