Wild horse nine: A succulent black comedy (review)

In 1973, two CIA agents went on vacation to Easter Island… Martin McDonagh questions America’s guilty conscience in an irresistible film carried by a duo who is no less so: John Malkovich – Sam Rockwell

Two men on an island. Guns, despair and author’s words. After five films, the cinema territory of Martin McDonagh begins to be well marked. The first images of Wild Horse Nine also caused fear of repetition, by teasing the adventures of a tandem of American spies (John Malkovich and Sam Rockwell) bickering on Easter Island, guns in their holsters and replicas that kill in their mouths, like a mix between the duo of hitmen from Good Kisses from Bruges and that of the angry friends of Banshees of Inisherin.

This new film, in fact, will not reconcile with the Anglo-Irish filmmaker those who are allergic to his theatrical style, his very written dialogues, his taste for slightly over-the-top actor performances. The others, those who on the contrary appreciate it, this theater of the absurd sprinkled with neo-noir thrills and political commentary, somewhere between Pinter and the Coens, those, therefore, can start licking their lips.