Film Review: The Usual Suspects

Neither do I have the motivation nor an excess loose-change to watch some new movies on theatres. What I do have is the audacity to torrent films while at w**k. One of those films is Bryan Singer’s The Usual Suspects.

Here is a film of official off-the charts mind-blowing status. Here was a pre -X-men, Superman and Transformers Bryan Singer playing masterfully with the Film Noir genre. Here is a short plot:

A ship got flamed out producing enough burnt bodies to make you lose appetite for tocino. It only leaves two survivors: A Hungarian criminal and Verbal Kint (Kevin Spacey). The Hungarian is nursed in a hospital due to severe exponential degree burns. Verbal is in a good condition and is about to be released from the police station after getting immunity in exchange for his eye-witness account. He was then interrogated once more by an aggressive and doubtful police asking him to repeat his story.

I’d stop there.

The characters were a bunch of unnecessary personnel that had they not been grouped together would not make their collective personalities act as a hinge which helped propel the start of the story.

Kevin Spacey, Kevin Spacey, scoring, the twist and Bryan Singer. You’d most likely bring the ending to your sleep replacing your usual 6-number combination juggle before-sleep ritual. You can never disagree if I said Kevin Spacey delivers the chills. He’s just sitting there being interrogated with a fake cerebral palsy going on in him, but yet he made you a believer. Yes, you can fly.

Kevin Spacey definitely owns those characters who radiates off with a poker-face and calm swagger while simply butchering off people (watch Se7en).

Much of the beauty of the film is not while watching it. It is when you’ve finished it and your mind starts to re-create it as if to retrace everything back to the start. I guess the budget constraint of the film contributed to the feel let alone the pace-setting scoring.

Some may say that they can already foretell the conclusion halfway through the film-and for that, I give you props and everything you wanted to hear just to please your ego with your genius.