Tagline: A story of blood, money, guns, coffee, and sexual tension.
Curiosity: It stars Joe Strummer. ’Nuff said.
Plot: When three hitmen (Strummer, Sy Richardson, and Dick Rude) and their tagalong lady friend (Courtney Love. I know, right?) miss their mark, they dodge their boss’ wrath (Jim Jarmusch) by robbing a bank and fleeing to
Thoughts: Given its cast, I wish Straight to Hell was a lot better. Strummer, Love (pre-Hole), Elvis Costello, Dennis Hopper, and The Pogues all turn in performances (Grace Jones too, but we know how I feel about her). But without a coherent script, it’s an awfully painful viewing experience.
Straight to Hell was completed in about four weeks. I mean the entire thing, from conception to post-production, took about a month. That’s not a good sign, and whole chunks of superfluous and/or badly recorded scenes attest to the ramshackle production. This movie could only appeal to devoted fans of Strummer and/or writer/director Alex Cox (Repo Man, Sid and Nancy), and even then it’s not a sure thing. Hole fans are going to be let down by a screeaaaaaaacccchhhyyyyyy performance by Love.
Yet I intermittently appreciated the film. When it bothers to be funny, Straight to Hell’s absurdities are actually pretty great, from the ridiculously profanity-free dialogue to the bad guys’ addiction to… coffee. It’s so much sillier than heroine or cocaine, which I suppose was the point. Strummer’s actually not half-bad here, although
Reflection: No, seriously, The Pogues are Mexican banditos. Really.
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