Violet & Daisy
Saoirse Ronan, Alexi Bledel, James Gandolfini, Marianne Jean-Baptiste, Danny Trejo
(Cinedigm Entertainment Group)
US theatrical: 7 Jun 2013 (Limited release)
The best thing about Violet & Daisy might be the two leads’ hair. Daisy (Saoirse Ronan) has glossy blond locks that seem excerpted from a shampoo commercial, while Violet (Alexis Bledel) has a nifty, shaggy ‘do. They make a nicely matched pair, light and dark, the artifice extended in the deep wells of their eyes and porcelain complexions, suggesting they’re china dolls brought to life.
Unfortunately, there’s not much else to recommend this film about two teenaged assassins who bond with a victim played James Gandolfini before they kill him. Written and directed by Geoffrey Fletcher, who won an Academy Award for his screenplay for Precious, Violet & Daisy feels like a student production that proudly displays its influences without quite honoring any of them. The dialogue mimics Tarantino’s patterns but lacks his wit. And the derivative storyline has young girls engaging in violence with the same queasy mixture of empowerment and exploitation exhibited in the superior Kick-Ass.
The opening sequence follows the titular characters conducting a hit while dressed as nuns delivering pizza. It’s about as funny as that sentence is, with none of the requisite attention to detail that can help transform what’s merely ridiculous into a ridiculous and exhilarating. The acts of destruction the girls commit here and later in the film (notably, a morbid episode that has them dancing on top of still warm and bleeding bodies) feel too cursory to be shocking; such scenes are less provocative than predictable.
In between these scenes, Marianne Jean-Baptiste appears briefly as a senior hit woman who’s hoping the duo will fail, and Danny Trejo shows up as everyone’s all-powerful boss, Russ. Neither of these adults distracts much from the film’s focus on its juvenile protagonists. Ronan’s eerie self-possession has been used to unsettling effect before, notably in Hanna, where she dispatched endless baddies with cold precision and frightening ease. In Joe Wright’s slickly entertaining movie, her poise contrasted starkly with the brute violence of her actions, emphasizing her methods, fetishizing her mechanical aspect in a way that was both thrilling and chilling. But as Daisy, Ronan’s otherworldly mien clashes uncomfortably with her affected, overripe dialogue. Bledel too has appeared in a more effective version of this plot, in Robert Rodriguez’s Sin City, and the memory of that precisely choreographed mayhem overshadows the impressionistic destruction here.
That said, Violet & Daisy‘s own bizarre proceedings repeatedly overwhelm any sense of the girls’ own logics or motivations. When the girls first encounter Michael (Gandolfini), a target who seems too ready to be killed, they hesitate, and their ensuing interactions are not so much character explorations as they are decreasingly compelling plot points. We learn that Violet has some residual insecurities regarding the loss of a former partner, and also that Daisy has a bit of a daddy fixation, but these background details seem afterthoughts, half-formed ideas rather than complexities.
Such narrative shortcomings might be forgivable if Fletcher’s film developed a visual style commensurate with his obvious influences. But in this aspect too, Violet & Daisy falls short, using a now clichéd saturated palette and chapter titles, like “Photosynthesis” and “Rose Again,” that refer to a clumsy and undeveloped “flowers” theme. The imposition of these titles suggests the story might be a parable, but the lessons to be learned are both trite and impenetrable, something about family or friendship or maybe the importance of bringing extra ammo to a hit. The film’s other affectations, from monologues shot in long takes to portentous dream sequences, seem exactly that, pretensions that only draw attention to its shallowness.
Violet & Daisy does prompt questions, not so much about its young killers, but about its own purpose. The nihilism on display feels less intentional than accidental, the result of incoherence rather than philosophical contemplation. A few visual details are striking, a pair of lollipops the girls share, a police badge that lands perfectly on Violet’s chest, but these images fade quickly from our memories, much like the movie.
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