Natural Born Killers
Meaningless dribble comes rolling from the mouth of killer Mickey Knox during an interview with tabloid reporter Wayne Gale. Listening to this man rabbling on makes one ask, "what?" And this can be said for the entire length of Oliver Stone's dreadful Natural Born Killers.
With this film, Stone seems to be unsure of what is on his own mind; so, he bombards the audience with so much visual input (almost all mind-boggling meaningless) with the hope that someone will get something out of the mess he has created. For this audience member, I simply got a headache trying in vain to view this movie as something other than the simple-minded piece of maggot-infested dung that it is.
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