Love Lies Bleeding (2024)
We fully expected to hate this film with a passion since it checks off all our negative boxes....
First reason: Its debut, of course, came with its inclusion in last year's Sundance Film Festival line-up. Which meant it was tailor made to beg for accolades from Sundance Culture Vultures and loaded up with artsy-fartsy camerawork, a skimpy script and fronted by a cast of future stars, wannbe-but-never-will strivers and even a genuine superstar or two, still craving high art credibility.
This film, even though it checked all those boxes that foretold a miserable time for us, turned out to be a crazy delight........believe or not, fronted by one of BQ's least favorite actors, that colossally overrated Mistress of Mope, Kristen Stewart.
We're back in the washed out, washed up arid deserts of 1989 New Mexico, where disgusted, bored-out-of-her-gourd gym manager Lou (Stewart) ekes out a tacky living. She runs the place for its owner, her father Lou Sr. the murderous gun-running local kingpin (a swell reptilian turn by Ed Harris). In addition to cleaning out shit-clogged toilets, she struggles to control her rage at brother-in-law J.J.(Dave Franco) who physically abuses his wife Beth (Jena Malone), Lou's sister. Also hanging around the gym is resident airhead Daisy (Anna Barishnikov), who's got the hots for Lou, much to Lou's disinterest.
Into this already volatile mix arrives job seeker Jackie (Katy O' Brian) a bisexual bodybuilder on her way to Las Vegas to competitively flex her pecs. Lou, besotted by Jackie, hooks her up with free steroids and Jackie, equally hot and bothered, hooks up with Lou.....and a heaving heavy romance is born.
But melodrama erupts and disrupts our sweaty, meaty lovers. So agog with Lou, Jackie brutally slaughters J.J. for putting Beth in the hospital and Lou seizes the chance to pin the murder on Lou Sr.....who, as you could guess, doesn't take kindly to the idea.
More twists and reversals-of-fortune play out, more people end up dead and co-writer and director Rose Glass tosses in some dazzling, what-the-actual-f*** Fellini-like fantastic imagery.......(involving Jackie's steroid consumption literally adding some Hulk to her bulk.....)
We can't rationalize why this loopy-doopy overheated mess tickled us. It just did. Stewart and O' Brian generate pulp friction together and even with limited screen time, Harris makes his sinister presence ooze through the entire film. 'Love Lies Bleeding' surely promised down 'n dirty 'n demented fun....and delivered.
Before the rise of dvds and blu-rays, we would've predicted a great future for this film at midnight screenings. Oh well......you can always wait til midnight to stream it.....as SNL's Franz and Hans use to say.....it'll pump.....you up!
3 & 1/2 stars (***1/2)