Movie Review: Gomorrah
Photo courtesy IFC Films.
It's a reasonable assumption that a film chronicling the inner workings of an actual mob syndicate would be interesting, engaging even. You would assume, as you saunter in with your too-large Coke and your caution-orange butter popcorn that, "hey, some of this is probably going to end up on the floor, because I'm going to get startled or have to turn myself away quickly from the bloodshed and gunplay".
"Hey," you'll say, "I'm not going to get the full value of this popcorn and soda. But this is the path I chose when I decided to invest my time and money in a film that is guaranteed to leave me enraptured with fear and a neurotic readiness for any type of street crime".
Again, a reasonable assumption. What is unreasonable, then, is the movie Gomorrah. It is simply unreasonable to have finished your popcorn and soda inside the movie; not because some fell to the floor, but because you were so bored you gorged yourself. It is unreasonable to realize that a staged reading of the source material would take less time than the two-plus-hour film version. But is it unreasonable for you see this film? Surprisingly, it may not be.