I can see you, but my eyes are not allowed to cry
- Jan 5, 2006
Well said friend. Absolutely love the world Refn created for this trilogy. Some moments of levity amidst the city bearing down on Milo had me intoxicated and transfixed by proxy. Like how things get to the boiling point after doing lines of speed resulting in the brutality you knew was eventually about to spill over, capping it all off with Buric outwardly lamenting 'fucking speed' as he comes down. That whole sequence can be turned into a parlor joke if you wanted, 'A Pollock, an Arabian and a Turk walk into a club...'I loved Pusher III. Love crime dramas that explore the difficulties of addiction; the inevitability of the downfall when your world, your business, may involve the substance to which you are helplessly drawn.
It'a a cold, stark, brutal film, just like the world it depicts. Milo is smart, savvy, even classy; his instincts have worked well for him, all those years in the underbelly. Sad little king of a sad little hill.
Unfortunately for him there is no way out once you've invested a certain amount of time in that dark world, and it is no country for old men. The players in his realm won't let him leave and even if they did, the normal world has nothing for him. The heroin can help at least, for today.
Zlatko Buric is fucking brilliant in it. One of my favorite performances of all time.
Buric truly nailed it, I agree. Him being involved in NWR's latest project finally returning to Denmark after almost 20 years has me giddy with the possibilities.