Bronson

Last night I watched Nicolas Winding Refn's Bronson. As far as I'm concerned any film that features, in the first ten minutes, Scott Walker's voice singing one of my favourite tracks from my favourite Walker Brothers album is bound to be an outstanding film. And it so was. Disturbing and slightly terrifying - for you never quite know what Bronson is gonna do next - often times sad and many times hilarious. It more than made up for having to sit through Magic Mike with my nineteen year old niece. Capital D-readful. Even she agreed it was lackluster at best. But that's a whole 'nother story.

(photo kidnapped from tribute.ca)