The hyper-violent, soul-suckingly awful Savages
was clearly assembled by a committee charged with synthesizing the hippest films about crime and Mexico of the last generation. For starters, there are two white guys (Aaron Johnson and Taylor Kitsch) in the Southwest who have a superior drug product and find themselves in a war with the entire Mexican underworld. Breaking Bad
, check. But don't look here for tragic, morally aware protagonists. There will, perhaps, always be an audience for films about guns, babes, suitcases of money, bags of drugs and the people who kill each other over them. But as demonstrated as recently as last year's Drive
, it's also possible to take such rote material and do something creative or memorable or ironic with it. But Savages
is an empty, nihilistic spectacle that takes greed, sadism and tropical getaways as fundamental human values. It left me hating humanity as I walked to my car afterward.