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Menacing guys to say the least... Joe Pesci in Goodfellas (left) and Casino (right). When George Carlin selects a baseball-bat-wielding Joe Pesci  ahead of God as the man to solve his problems, you know he's talking about balls. The job will be done. You can count on it. In fact, you can count the bodies. Joe Pesci gets it done. He sure did the job with two of my favourite cinema psychos: Martin Scorsese's Nicky Santoro and Tommy DeVito - the representations of the man Carlin is talking about, at least in part. There is a question brewing: what if, the two characters cross paths. What then? Santoro and DeVito are no non-sense, no half measures characters, hardened killers and bullies. They are both psychos. Any confrontation between them, say in the spirit of let's see 'who's the better gangster'  mano a mano , would probably end up in either one of them being stabbed like a hundred times and shot more than once or with someone having to spend time in th...

An inanimate fucking object. Why Bruges? This a question that hasn't got a specific answer. It's one of those questions that has purely subjective answers and all of them are correct. The same thing is true about this Martin McDonagh film . Bruges is a beautiful city but who cares when you can meet racist midgets, fat offended men, assassins, a hot chick that plays tricks on you, a killer with manners and a rude Canadian. This movie is breaking all the stereotypes it gets its hands on. And it does it with the kind of humour that you would piss your pants on - you know, the subjective kind, the one that makes you wonder what is so funny, but your laugh your ass off nonetheless. The plot is good, but what is a lot better are the characters. Even those ones that you meet for a minute. You simply care about them, and this is an ingredient of a job well done by the writers - in this case Martin McDonagh. Colin Farrell does a brilliant job portraying a grief-stricken pr...