Lani and I have not had a good couple of days–hey, they can’t all be keepers–so tonight we sat down with Chinese food and a movie. We have a basket of movies-we-meant-to-watch DVDs, and I had this vague idea of going through these not-new-releases and doing reviews here on Argh for the ones I like (because what’s the point of beating on something you don’t like; you don’t like it, don’t talk about it), and tonight, Lani pulled one out and said, “Him,” “him” being Robert Downey, Jr. So we watched Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang and now we’re chipper again because the movie was terrific.
I’m not a big fan of post-modernism, but when meta is done right, I love it, and this movie gets it right. It begins with a narrator, which I hate in movies, with a blustering faux-noir voice, which I loved immediately. He’s Harry Lockhart, he’s a petty thief, he’s Robert Downey, Jr, and he’s in way over his head. Also, remarkably disorganized as a narrator: Continue reading