If you have read at this poor excuse for a blog for any length of time you know I dig movies. New, old, I don't care. As we do frequently, the wife and I went to the theater last night to get our dosage of life escape, Hollywood style.
We saw a black comedy called Killer Joe. This is a black comedy of the blackest sort. We are talking Harold and Maude level black comedy. On steroids. Here is an example from one of the opening scenes:
Chris, played by Emile Hirsch is pounding on the windows and doors of a double wide in a driving rainstorm. Finally, his step-mom, Sharla (Gina Gershon) opens the door. She is wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. Her naked girl parts are staring Chris in the face.
Chris: Jesus, Sharla, put on some pants.
Sharla: I didn't know who it was at the door*
Mathew McConaughey (Joe) demonstrates some very real acting ability in this film and Juno Temple is simply outstanding as Dottie.
I tend to prefer light comedies, and there is no doubt Killer Joe is heavy dark stuff. Strange, violent, sad, humor is the best description I can offer. As the film ended and the lights came up, much of the audience was still in their seats. One lady a few rows away summed up the movie experience perfectly, "Well, that was different".
*I tried without success to get the wife to re-enact that scene when we got home.