How to Make a Killing: More like How to Make a Shitty Movie

★★--Yeah, not good. In fact, bad. Cast was good. Story was dumb. Directing wasn’t great. But fine. Nothing I haven’t seen before. Based on some book from 1907 apparently. There have been like 10 adaptions or so. It’s like the Dracula/A Star is Born of whatever the fuck genre this is. 

 

Glen Powell stars as Becket Redfellow, a dude last in line for an obscene amount of family wealth. He’s basically his Chad Radwell character from Scream Queens without the support of his billionaire family. Hollywood really wants him to be a star. Sounds like George Clooney. Looks like a forgettable Hemsworth. Him and Austin Butler are the biggest Hollywood plants there are. I don’t think either one of them are real A-Listers. No Timothée Chalamet for example. This is our new dude? His stick is thin. Basically charming douchebag that wears a lot of disguises. How many fucking times can I see this and a year or so. This is the third time I’ve seen this in a year. Female lead is Margaret Qualley, who is indeed hella fine. She plays the rich bitch Becket pines over. She’s ok.

 

I used to like Ed Harris, who plays Powell’s asshole scion grandfather. I’m confident I haven’t liked him in anything in the last 20 years. Jessica Henwick, sort of recognize her from Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery, plays the normal hot girl, as opposed to Qualley’s unattainable hot. Which reminds me, no idea what this movie is trying to say. Ditch the nice girl for the one that is insanely hot and exciting? Well, yeah.

 

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Rounding out the cast are Zach Woods from Silicon Valley and The Office, and Jude Law’s kid Raff. They are cousin fodder in the way of extreme wealth. Their crime was being born rich and being douchebags. Woods isn’t a deathworthy douche... Law is, though. Also get a really good two minutes out of Topher Grace. He’s another douche cousin. This one a megachurch pastor. 

 

Had decent hopes going in but was disappointed after the first 20 minutes. Directed by one John Patton Ford. His only other film is Emily the Criminal, which was halfway decent. Overall, this film is trash. Felt too long. Also crazy confusing. Not sure who the redhead guy married to Qualley’s character is or supposed to be. Also, spoiler, no idea how Powell was framed for his murder.

 

The most insane thing about the movie though is the passage of time. I was sort of thinking wow he’s really coming up in the world in the month or whatever it’s been since he killed his first cousin. Then in queue shows up for like the third time and it’s like, “remember when I saw you two years ago?” WTF? How much time has passed? Pretty sure this movie legit covers like 45 years.