Racing the walk to Broadway generates an explosive feeling of blood rushing harder and faster to the extremities than any other action outside falling upside down. Time is close and the table checks off a name before dusting off the hands under running water.
Brick is fast on the tongue, shooting raw from the sides and extinguishing the external senses in its realm of noir and murder mystery. Set on the periphery of the cruel lands of high school, there's drugs, death and deceit.
Flavourful dialogue, it feverishly massages the cool right into the gum line for the junk to sink straight into the bloodstream. Brutal in sections, hilarious in others, it's a classic feeling film from all the angles of rapid discourse.
Wednesday, 9 August 2006 - 23:35
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