Richard Kelly‘s The Box was a hard one to pin down, as far as reactions go. The positives of the film are pretty fun, so much so that I’m contemplating a second theater viewing. Which probably won’t happen, due to this week’s full slate of evening screenings (The Road tonight, for the win). But the fact that part of me wants to pay money to see this one again is fascinating for self, because there’s so much wrong within Kelly’s third feature. Plot holes, excessive randomness. High-concept sci-fi gobbledygook for no good reason.
While it’s trampoline-leaps better than his Southland Tales, The Box still pales in comparison to Donnie Darko. Kelly’s career is the Hollywood equivalent to Raekwon; The Box is better than the Chef’s The Lex Diamond Story, now, but the parallel still works. Perhaps Kelly’s next film will be his triumphant return to greatness, a la Only Built for Cuban Linx 2.
Today, though, it’s all about The Box.
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