|best. flirting scene. ever.|
Soon enough, Bart and Laurie are jungled up and out of money, and Laurie's peculiarly devious side emerges. Insisting on a flashy, fast lifestyle, Laurie puts the screws to Bart to either join her in a hold-up spree or forego their quicky marriage (and we're to understand quite a bit in the way of bedroom antics).
Stick-up artists don't necessarily make good protagonists, but the writers insist that Bart has a thing about killing, and so the spree has a sort of romantic vibe, until he realizes its not his own worst impulses he has to worry about.
|You have to admire them for knowing exactly what they're selling|
|Its like when they're slow bringing out Jamie's french toast|
Unlike the movie's grandchildren and great-grandchildren, even the protagonists of the movie acknowledge the cowardice of pulling a gun, and that's its own theme in the movie. Certainly not something we'd see out of Mickey and Mallory by the time Natural Born Killers hit the screen.
The movie is obviously made on the cheap (neither Cummins nor Dall were superstars) but there's a lot of spirit, right down to some interesting camera work (a backseat single camera shot during a heist) and even the final shots of the movie are imaginative. In a lot of ways, the movie manages to successfully pull off what I can never quite figure out how studios screw-up: if you have a limited budget, shouldn't story and characters become a major focus? And figuring out how to do a lot with what you've got?
Anyhow, I liked this the first time I watched it while sweating through the flu, and I liked it a whole lot more when I wasn't hallucinating my way through the plot.