Natural Born Killers (1994)


A pair of serial murderers cross the land on a romantic killing spree provoking a media feeding frenzy.

This is one of those films that I’ve always felt I should’ve seen sooner. Now I have, I don’t feel so guilty because it really isn’t particularly good; in fact it’s little more than an audio-visual assault that feels like an MTV programmer’s nightmare. Stone throws in everything including the directorial kitchen sink, with little thought for narrative pacing or any measure of subtlety; the photography is garish and ugly and the characters without exception are over-acted stereotypes. The stand out line of the film for me was “It’s a statement. I’m not sure what about.” because that pretty much sums up the film for me; it claims to be a statement about violence and it’s glamorisation in the media, but fails to make any coherent point on the subject.

Natural Born Killers is all tacky and superficial flash but no substance.



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