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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