Sexy Beasts & Cherubic Angels


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 Director Jonathan Glazer has caught our eye. And so, in reverse order, we have been dipping into the past, working our way up to his first major success. It is a stylish crime story called Sexy Beast.

There are more than a few beasts in this movie, and so you presumably have your choice of which one is the story title. Retired safecracker emeritus, Gal (Ray Winstone) lives luxuriously in Spain in a modern villa, complete with a set of friends and a teenage poolboy.

It seems idyllic—flirtation with the poolboy being the norm, if you ignore the occasional nightmare that features a horned, satanic figure that torments Gal.

If this film wants to be different from caper films, it manages to create a demeanor so cool that it makes you forgive the thick accents of the principals. All starts to unravel when word comes that the worst of the bad, Don Logan (Ben Kingsley), is traveling to see Gal.

There is such a sense of terror about this master criminal that he can hardly be expected to live up to the hype. However, you have not counted on Ben Kingsley giving one of the most intense, horrific, nasty performances of the era.

Kingsley chew scenery and eats other performers. He is meant to steal the movie with his bilious intimidation. Yet, Ian McShane as another sociopathic gangster gives Kingsley as run for the title of most frightening figure.

Gal, fortunately, seems to have a guardian angel in his little poolboy who inspires the courage to stand up to a Grand Guignol performance by Kingsley.

If you want a film experience, Glazer never disappoints. He gives viewers a movie and a half in 90 minutes. Set aside your squeamish prudery. The F-bomb occurs more than once per minute, and the C-bomb seems to drop by every three minutes.

Glazer may not be a one-trick pony, but the director is a startling filmmaker with everything up his sleeve.