Who really has the poison in them, when you think about it ::sits back and quietly Puffs on a pipe in a scholarly robe::
And so with this, the fourth and final short (for now) adaptation of Roald Dahl by the superlative current distinctive filmmaker of his works, Wes Anderson, we get the kind of white-knuckle pot boiler-pressure cooker scenario that we usually would associate with Quentin Tarantino, including the razor-sharp editing and sickening sense of humor. This is editing that directs you into Benedict Cumberbatch's "Oh bloody hell get this snake off" face for several minutes and the on-camera narration and involved reactions by Dev Patel keeps one equally locked in.
By the time Kingsley comes on the scene, you're in for something that you know is going to kick your brain into the other side of the room, but it's all benefitting from it being so absolutely funny (take off your shoes!) And as mhch as someone watching can understand how pleasurable it is when that pressure valve gets kicked off, it is equally disturbing (but not unsurprising) how quickly, when things suddenly appear to be not in danger anymore, a human being can revert to the absolute worst (or, deep down, truest) version of himself. And that final moment in the car with Kingsley's doctor is rather heartbreaking - mostly for the character's understanding that the status quo has returned, and it sucks.
This may not reach quite the highs of Henry Sugar, but for what Anderson and his cast, particularly Cumberbatch who has not been this intense since the best of Sherlock, accomplish here Poison is a high point in the director's body of work and it is enough to say it's worth it to find on Netflix even if you don't have a subscription (get the free trial if you have to). 9.5/10.
And so with this, the fourth and final short (for now) adaptation of Roald Dahl by the superlative current distinctive filmmaker of his works, Wes Anderson, we get the kind of white-knuckle pot boiler-pressure cooker scenario that we usually would associate with Quentin Tarantino, including the razor-sharp editing and sickening sense of humor. This is editing that directs you into Benedict Cumberbatch's "Oh bloody hell get this snake off" face for several minutes and the on-camera narration and involved reactions by Dev Patel keeps one equally locked in.
By the time Kingsley comes on the scene, you're in for something that you know is going to kick your brain into the other side of the room, but it's all benefitting from it being so absolutely funny (take off your shoes!) And as mhch as someone watching can understand how pleasurable it is when that pressure valve gets kicked off, it is equally disturbing (but not unsurprising) how quickly, when things suddenly appear to be not in danger anymore, a human being can revert to the absolute worst (or, deep down, truest) version of himself. And that final moment in the car with Kingsley's doctor is rather heartbreaking - mostly for the character's understanding that the status quo has returned, and it sucks.
This may not reach quite the highs of Henry Sugar, but for what Anderson and his cast, particularly Cumberbatch who has not been this intense since the best of Sherlock, accomplish here Poison is a high point in the director's body of work and it is enough to say it's worth it to find on Netflix even if you don't have a subscription (get the free trial if you have to). 9.5/10.