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This is a project
that could have easily looked terrible and shoddy if the wrong director
took it on, and it’s a good thing Patrick Roddy has his shit together,
because “Red 71” is a damn fine production. Everything from set pieces
to moods are top notch and the man sucks me into his world providing a
murky and deep grit that makes this one of the more interesting neo-noir
attempts in the indie world. “Red 71” also takes an unlikely hero and
makes him the centerpiece in an unraveling crime thriller that really
reminded me of “Murder on the Orient Express.” While the concept is
pretty old hat noir, I liked what Roddy had in mind for his main hero
while cutting all clichés about chiseled noir detectives. Most of the
sequences Roddy puts together including a pig masked killer, are just
fascinating, and Roddy injects some of the same appeal from “Mercy,” and
implements it for this.
I wish I could recommend “Red 71” to you as I would recommend Roddy’s
“Mercy,” but sadly I really can’t. Because the film is really aimed at a
particular subset of movie lovers who are more inclined to enjoy films
from Lynch or surreal neo-noir. “Red 71” is all of this and sadly not as
good as it has the potential to be. Though not shoddily made in the
least, I simply couldn’t really get into “Red 71” for various reasons;
the first and primary flaw being the lagging pacing that really does
aspire to be a slow boil crime mystery and really just is lethargic.
Roddy really does almost reach the noir atmosphere and doesn’t quite get
to that point in the film. The pacing is sluggish, and sometimes even
when there’s a tense sequence, I found no excitement or enjoyment from
what was occurring. Secondly, “Red 71” would have worked as a shorter
film, and with a shorter format the pacing would have excelled.
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Instead there’s too much exposition, too many characters
introduced, and so many plot threads opened for us that I
simply couldn’t keep up. I wondered what was happening for
the ten minutes and when I finally caught on I kept
wondering why this couldn’t have been shorter.
“Red 71” aspires
to be a great noir film, and it’s not, which is sad
considering Roddy is such a talented filmmaker. The mood and
acting are just artificial and everyone here looks like
they’re in a sleepy haze which doesn’t bode well for the
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Nathan Ginn in
particular looks bored, and when he’s given a monologue or a chance to
shine, he looks like he’s reading from cue cards behind the camera. I
was never sure what Roddy was aiming for when it came to the plot and
overall motif, because he steps on all sorts of devices from Lynch with
nods to “Blue Velvet,” to dime novels, to pulp fiction genre, to PI
murder mysteries and the whole kit and caboodle unable to stop and focus
on the narrative. For a movie that’s a little under an hour there’s a
lot to be said about the story when I found it to be too long and
overwrought. “Red 71” is not made by some amateur, but the story never
reaches the heights Roddy is capable of, especially when I knew he gave
us the great thriller “Mercy.”
Roddy once again
creates a film of great production value and visuals and knows how to
direct a film damn well, it’s just too bad I didn’t enjoy this as much
as “Mercy.” Roddy’s noir suffers from many flaws which bog it down to
just a sub-par film with a severely anemic pacing.

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