Electric Slide hits theaters and on demand services on April 3rd. Check out our early review.
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"Just because you have an awesome mustache doesn't mean you can grab my arm like that." |
As physical
proof that style doesn’t necessitate substance, the colorful but ultimately
hollow and at times, torpid feature film debut of writer-director Tristan
Patterson comes across as another Refn-inspired wannabe throwback to the
“retro-'80s” feel of films like Drive and
The Guest. Between the stellar ensemble cast combined
with the right look, sound and feel, the true story of small time bank robber
Eddie Dodson should provide all the ingredients for another hip and cool
synthetic classic. While those films had
a keen balance between silence and noise with a sharp and clever attitude, Electric Slide feels like a perpetual
mellow high that never fully awakens from lethargy.
Eddie
Dodson (played with stoned cool by Jim Sturgess) is a club owner who hides out
under the guise of an antique store manager, borrowing and spending right and
left until it catches up with him when a vicious loan shark (Christopher
Lambert doing Mark Rydell from The Long
Goodbye) demands his debts be repaid.
Along the way Dodson acquires a new nymph in the form of Pauline (Isabel
Lucas), another equally drugged lifer wooed by Dodson’s charms. For a majority of the film, these two will
lay around with half-lit eyes and brains listening to Lou Reed and other '80s
hits on either his turntable or audio cassette recorder, almost calling
attention to the slick hipness of the retro equipment. More than anything, the film seems less about
telling an engaging story than falling in love with its own aesthetic. Where some detractors quick to dismiss Drive as style over substance, they
didn’t see Electric Slide yet.
-Andrew Kotwicki