Film Review: Brick (2005)

There were times when i dont have a clue about a film that i was about to watch. Brick was one of them. A debut feature from writer/director, Rian Johnson, it was a strange film in which the blend between modern and noir were apparent. The setting was modern, but the dialog, was soemthing that you would only read on novel. I was forced to watch it with subtitle on (which means that i had to open Google and then look for the appropriate subtitle, and it was tiresome).

Brendan Frye was a remote introverted boy, and seemingly always keeping his distance with everyone. But when, his ex, Emily Kostich went missing, he plays detective, shakes up things, dealing with underground drug-network, nasty fights, and deaths. His motive was simple: love.

I've known the film previously from cinematical, my ultimate source of film-informations. One of the editors there really anticipated this film at the Sundance Film Festival 2005. But, as with other festival films, the information never went through me beyond the title. And even though that the film was too long (read: rather boring at times), it was awesome (though, i'm not looking forward to seeing it the second time).

Ow, surprisingly, even if the film uses a considerable portion of drug community, there was only one 'f' word throughout the film, and it's not even audible. Talking about a high-class dialogues. And it does really high class, let me quote you one: Throw one at me if you want, hash head. I've got all five senses and I slept last night, that puts me six up on the lot of you. That's when Brendan faces the already stoned guys after he punches a drug-dealer and in which the punched drug-dealer mouthed (but not audible) the one and only 'f' word and the like throughout the film.