Brick reminded me of a modern, stage interpretation of a Shakespearean play devoid of setting and accoutrements. It's got some fine acting, interesting stylized dialogue and occasional welcome dashes of humour, but just seems to completely lack any atmosphere or basis in reality which causes it to suffer in my estimation.
A good and valid assessment. I think for the atmosphere, we have to look to the actors themselves who provide the bulk of the atmosphere necessary for the film. I think they are identified as the loners who exist outside the curriculum of the school- an existence which is only augmented by the sparsely-populated campus and hallways.
Hell, even the party scene felt pretty lonely and isolated like a crowded art gallery where every self-absorbed person is desperate to impress other self-absorbed people.
I have to concur with the unbelievability of the whole thing. But I think that was intentional- to create an environment of the fantastic where a 26-year old drug-dealer has people waiting on line like some sort of high school level, self-stylized "Godfather" whose mommy still fixes him and his buttonman a snack of milk and cookies.
it's a film where the everyman gets the better of the bully, the assassin, the dealer, the muscle and the femme fatale.
It almost has that feeling of those movies where the kids do grown-up things in order to beat the odds and get one up on the bad guys. But he gets the crap beat out of him along the way like John McClane and he still goes back into the ring where he can be killed at any moment.
"De gustibus non disputandum est"
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