The things I would do for Winona Ryder to kiss my wounded hand… is concerning.
Anyways, The Iceman.
The Iceman follows the true story of Richard Kuklinski, a contract killer whose empathy is so distant and cold that he earned the nickname “The Iceman.” And this is his story.
And it’s… I don’t know, meh at best.
Look, just so you know, I’ve never been into the mob genre. Even the classics. The Godfather, Scarface, Casino, Goodfellas, almost every Scorsese picture. Aren’t really for me. While many consider them masterpieces, I find them yawning. Same with this film. But, yeah, what do you expect? The only reason I watched this flick was Winona Ryder, and she didn’t disappoint.
How would I describe The Iceman? A film with an interesting story, a bad execution of that story, and a mediocre movie with a stellar cast. That’s it, in my opinion.
The cast is dynamite. Michael Shannon gives a performance of a lifetime in a film that doesn’t deserve it. The way he balances fleeting moments of happiness with his family against his cold, calculated demeanor while doing his work. Especially the praying scene with James Franco, is chilling. Ray Liotta, as always, shines; you already know he’s insanely talented. Chris Evans? Typical comic relief, not much more to say. And Winona Ryder… well, you guys know how I feel. Her accent alone did something to me, I can’t even explain it.
I also found the beginning sloppy. The film opens with a first date, jumps immediately to the birth of kids, then jumps again when the kids are grown. While that structure could work, to me it felt rushed and frankly lacked any real juxtaposition.
So, while it’s not really my thing, I thought the acting was great, the technical execution was impressive, and I really liked the lighting in some scenes.
As a whole? Not bad, not great. Just… a good enough movie to exist.
Alright picture. Alright picture.
The things I would do for Winona Ryder to kiss my wounded hand… is concerning.
Anyways, The Iceman.
The Iceman follows the true story of Richard Kuklinski, a contract killer whose empathy is so distant and cold that he earned the nickname “The Iceman.” And this is his story.
And it’s… I don’t know, meh at best.
Look, just so you know, I’ve never been into the mob genre. Even the classics. The Godfather, Scarface, Casino, Goodfellas, almost every Scorsese picture. Aren’t really for me. While many consider them masterpieces, I find them yawning. Same with this film. But, yeah, what do you expect? The only reason I watched this flick was Winona Ryder, and she didn’t disappoint.
How would I describe The Iceman? A film with an interesting story, a bad execution of that story, and a mediocre movie with a stellar cast. That’s it, in my opinion.
The cast is dynamite. Michael Shannon gives a performance of a lifetime in a film that doesn’t deserve it. The way he balances fleeting moments of happiness with his family against his cold, calculated demeanor while doing his work. Especially the praying scene with James Franco, is chilling. Ray Liotta, as always, shines; you already know he’s insanely talented. Chris Evans? Typical comic relief, not much more to say. And Winona Ryder… well, you guys know how I feel. Her accent alone did something to me, I can’t even explain it.
I also found the beginning sloppy. The film opens with a first date, jumps immediately to the birth of kids, then jumps again when the kids are grown. While that structure could work, to me it felt rushed and frankly lacked any real juxtaposition.
So, while it’s not really my thing, I thought the acting was great, the technical execution was impressive, and I really liked the lighting in some scenes.
As a whole? Not bad, not great. Just… a good enough movie to exist.
Alright picture. Alright picture.
