I’ve been racking my brain trying to see if there is a correlation between Roman Polanski’s current legal troubles to the possible motives of making a film adaptation of Yasmina Reza’s hit Broadway play, Carnage. Unfortunately the only thing I could come up with is, maybe Roman was under house arrest and couldn’t venture far and was limited to a one room set?
Within the confines of this set – an upscale Brooklyn apartment with light and views, are two married couples that discuss an altercation between their 11 year old boys that occurred in the local playground resulting in a boy losing two teeth from a wielding stick with the hopeful outcome in some kind of reconciliation and apology. It’s a relief to see John C. Reilly return to his theater roots instead of being reduced to a goofy Will Farrell side kick, and Jodie Foster, an unstable mess when compared to her typical butch lezbo roles. Christoph Waltz coming off a remarkable run of movies still can’t shake off that accent trapped within the body of a busy NYC attorney with his wife, Kate Winslet, who upstages everybody by upchucking cold cobbler.
So if you’re in mood for watching a bunch of hypocritical artsy liberals and professional corporate assholes getting drunk one afternoon, only to expose an adult version of Lord of the Flies and the less nuance of Who’s Afraid of Virgina Woolf? then Carnage might just an ideal alternative to those action packed Batman movies.
“Too many people going underground, too many reaching for a piece of cake!” – Paul McCartney