‘Just because I'm telling you this story... doesn't mean I'm
alive at the end of it’, the film’s narrator ‘O’ (Blake Lively) begins, in a
face-palming American Beauty imitation. O (short for Ophelia, ‘the
bipolar bitch in Hamlet’) is a 20-year-old beach bunny living in sunny
California with her two lovers, Chon (Taylor Kitsch) and Ben (Aaron Johnson),
who both happen to be incredibly wealthy marijuana growers. ‘Chon fucks and Ben
makes love’ – is how O differentiates between them; Chon is an ex-soldier (he smuggled
the marijuana seeds back from Afghanistan) and Ben is a Buddhist who travels
all over the world using his money to help those in need. Life seems pretty
great until they get contacted by Lado (Benicio del Toro) and the Mexican
cartel, who offer to merge their two business (a ‘joint’ venture, as Ben puts
it). After refusing the offer, the duo are informed via Skype by Elena, the
head of the cartel, that O has been captured and will be tortured until the
offer is accepted, and of course, Ben and Chon decide to fight back.
Savages is
Oliver Stone’s latest effort, a story based on Don Winslow’s novel of the same
name, and it’s a little uncertain on its feet to say the least. It definitely
looks great (I refuse to use the phrase ‘visually stunning’) – very exotic, as
though Stone turned up the contrast setting, maximised the colour or shot the
whole film using the Instagram app, giving it a very City of God
atmosphere. The eye-achingly blue sea and the white Laguna beaches contrasted
with the darkness of the cartel ‘dungeons’ don’t, however, cover up just how
mediocre the rest of the film is.
It’s more than
likely that Stone was inspired by the success of AMC’s Breaking Bad and
decided to shape his own contribution, somehow forgetting to include any form
of tension or interesting plot structure. Both stories concern the production
of drugs, the DEA are involved (Savages has John Travolta in his first
role for several years as police agent Dennis) and are even set in similar
locations, with the shadow of the Mexican cartel hanging over them, but sadly
that’s where the similarities end, particularly because it doesn’t know what
kind of film it’s trying to be.
At times it seems to
play more like a horror – not a slasher necessarily, but definitely an exploitation
film, elements of movies like Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Hills Have
Eyes are unnervingly clear (the film actually begins with a beheading
involving a chainsaw), and some of the torture sequences are simply brutal. It
almost felt like Oliver Stone was restraining himself from making a full-blown
exploitation film that focused more on the Mexican cartel’s side of the story
rather than Aaron Johnson and Taylor Kitsch’s problems, which would certainly
have made Savages a lot more interesting to watch. Instead we get an
awkward and mostly unconvincing balance of the two, and this, coupled with O’s
ridiculous narration (‘I have orgasms, Chon has wargasms’…) doesn’t really give
the film the thrill it could potentially have had.
This review probably
makes Savages sound worse than it actually it is – it’s not that
bad. Aaron Johnson gives a very good performance, similar to his character in Kick
Ass: passionate yet reserved, as does Taylor Kitsch – a step up from his
role as John Carter – and Benicio del Toro doesn’t do a bad job either. So a
very average piece of cinema; not terrible, but certainly not an Oliver Stone
classic.