Last night watched a little movie called Reservoir Dogs
I really enjoyed the talking.
I was strangely unmoved, though, by the plot. It’s about a band of armed robbers who reconvene at the safe house after a botched diamond heist and try to figure who ratted them out to the cops.
The bad element here was that the movie never really sold me on the idea that: a) there was definitely a rat; and b) finding him was important. To my eyes, surviving this fiasco was the only important part, and the only way to do that would be to escape the warehouse as soon as possible. Instead they just camp out there for hours and yell at each other. As such, the movie was curiously lacking in suspense.