by Sylvestre Picard
When, even in the more B series B, an author manages to inject his obsessions and make them identifiable, this is where we recognize, it seems. In this case here: the portrait of the killer played by Mark Wahlberg, obsessed sexual sado-maso and grimacing who spends his time describing the abuse he dreams of inflicting Topher Grace and Michelle Dockery, while undergoing himself Terrible pain. This is how Mel Gibson appropriates, and pirate in his own way, this funny but still banal project, whose script could have been found in the unwanted mailbox of Jaume Collet-Serra (a US Marshal, His prisoner and a hitman are stuck on an aircraft above Alaska). It’s just that the abyss between his previous and very beautiful You won’t kill (2016, and yes) and this microphone Wings of hell is still abyssal. It seems that he is still preparing the rest of The passion of Christ…
by Sylvestre Picard
When, even in the more B series B, an author manages to inject his obsessions and make them identifiable, this is where he is recognized, it seems. In this case here: the portrait of the killer played by Mark Wahlberg, obsessed sexual sado-maso and grimacing who spends his time describing the abuse he dreams of inflicting Topher Grace and Michelle Dockery, while undergoing himself Terrible pain. This is how Mel Gibson appropriates, and pirate in his own way, this funny but still banal project, whose script could have been found in the unwanted mailbox of Jaume Collet-Serra (a US Marshal, His prisoner and a hitman are stuck on an aircraft above Alaska). It’s just that the abyss between his previous and very beautiful You won’t kill (2016, and yes) and this microphone Wings of hell is still abyssal. It seems that he is still preparing the rest of The passion of Christ…
