I confess that I have done a very bad thing by seeing "Very Bad Things." At least I only did one bad thing. There are so many people dying and blood flowing in this movie that a program to keep up with who will be the next to die and bleed would be helpful. If ever there was a movie that deserved to be termed "black comedy," this is it. The weather was cold and rainy and the wind chill must have been near zero - in Sugar Land - not the movie (ok, I am exaggerating but "really nasty" is accurate). I needed an inside sport and it was Friday afternoon and I just could not make myself go to "Jack Frost" and see Michael Keaton come back as a snowman even though I am sure that it was based on a true story.
Five men on a bachelor party trip to Las Vegas and da boys do some really evil stuff. Alcohol, drugs, and sex were bad enough until the murdering and dismembering kicked in. So where's the humor? Black, huh? So these five totally immature nut-burgers curse and scream at each other and then they get a grip on the situation and turn on each other which is certainly understandable. Especially since they are the most despicable humans I've had the pleasure to watch in a long time. Worse than "Pulp Fiction" and "Boogie Nights" combined. Is that possible? Carmen Diaz and Christian Slater are the smart, self absorbed killers and they are the protagonists.
I was overwhelmed during much of this movie and was haunted by the looming task of writing this review without the required insight to capture the essence of the carnage and decadence. I know I am a professional movie-goer, but sometimes even the pros are skunked. Another confession: toward the end of the movie, I laughed several times. Loudly. Rock 'n Roll.