‘Gunpowder Milkshake’ movie review: Hugely enjoyable and utterly grisly
The Hindu
Israeli director Navot Papushado goes in Tarantinoesque vibe with extreme violence in slo-mo set to jukebox favourites, and the result is total mayhem
Which is my favourite part of the hugely enjoyable and utterly grisly Gunpowder Milkshake? Is it the thugs inhaling laughing gas and giggling stupidly even as horrible things are happening to them? Or that lovely, climactic battle with Bob Dylan insisting we leave now, taking what we need we think will last? Or that inventive car chase in the parking lot? I would have also chosen the shootout in the library simply because it is so quirky, but I cannot bear books being treated cavalierly. So, it has to be the Dylan-themed climax; we have to take what we have gathered from coincidence as the sky folds under us. . The time is out of joint in Gunpowder Milkshake, and there is no need to curse spite for it. The film seems to happen out of time and place, the flip-phones notwithstanding. Bathed in neon in a permanent night, gothic buildings and grand staircases jostle for space with diners and giant porcelain molars. Israeli director Navot Papushado has gone in for a Quentin Tarantino-vibe with extreme violence in slo-mo, set to jukebox favourites.More Related News