A film with vast potential and creativity in the shape of Tarantino's pen and a decent cast in front of the camera, who to the most part, deliver with what they are given. However, it is behind the camera where the problems start to occur. Oliver Stone's insistence to completely ignore the story and focus entirely on mindless and repetitive violence which leaves the film feeling empty. Some very 'distinctive' camera-work makes an original effort at conveying certain character moods and states, to a certain degree of success, but the minimal success is coupled with the audience being led into a uncomfortable state of nausea, questioning whether the film was actually just a boring,violently charged hallucination.
Review of Natural Born Killers
