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‘Brimstone’ Review: Dakota Fanning and Guy Pearce Star In a Gnarly Revisionist Western That Trembles With Biblical Weight

Dutch auteur Martin Koolhoven delivers a carnival of debasement that lands in the sweet spot between Sodom and Gomorrah and “Sin City."

Guy Pearce in Brimstone


Reverent and ridiculous in equal measure, Martin Koolhoven’s “Brimstone” is a wild pseudo-Western that trembles beneath the biblical weight of its comically grim story. Told with a steady tone that marries the anivine retribution of the Old Testament with the heightened slickness of a graphic novel, this gruesome carnival of debasement may be set in the lawless frontiers of 19th century America, but it might be more accurately located somewhere between Sodom and Gomorrah and “Sin City.” It’s the kind of movie in which an actor from “Game of Thrones” murders someone who’s taking a shit in an outhouse — the kind of movie in which a dying man, choking on a noose made out of his own intestines, still finds the spirit to tell his wife that he loves her.

Even after four discrete chapters (each of which is saddled with a subtitle like “Revelation” or “Exodus”) and 148 minutes of incest and murder, it’s hard to tell just how seriously Koolhoven takes himself. While ostensibly a proto-feminist empowerment tale about the horrors that women have suffered in the supposed pursuit of piety, “Brimstone” doesn’t hide how much fun it’s having during the sequence that’s set inside a pioneer town brothel, nor does it do anything to dissuade viewers from the idea that its villain — a black-eyed preacher played by Guy Pearce — has literally clawed his way out of hell.

Sometimes Koolhoven seems as though he shares the impish sense of humor that has always characterized the work of Lars von Trier, and sometimes it seems as though he’s never laughed in his life. That uncertainty, and the nagging desire to solve it, is at the troubled soul of what makes “Brimstone” such a strangely compelling experience. Without it, the film would neither be lucid enough to work as a moral epic, nor exciting enough to work as a Western.

Among the most expensive Dutch movies ever made (a luxury that Koolhoven earned for himself with a string of local hits like “Winter in Wartime” and “Happy Family”), “Brimstone” begins in a small village where a mute young woman called Liz (Dakota Fanning, never better) works as a midwife with the support of her much older husband. But that simple idyll is soured in a bad way when a badly scarred Reverend (Pearce) strolls into town, stepping up to the pulpit of the local church like he owns the place and raining verbal hellfire upon the petrified congregation.

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No one in the crowd, however, is more scared than Liz, who recognizes that voice from her past and knows the bloodshed it portends. The Reverend, you see, is Liz’s father come to claim her. He might like to berate his flock about the dangers of false prophets and warn them of wolves in sheep’s clothing, but the Reverend doesn’t practice what he preaches. He wants to marry his daughter, and — like a sexually debased Anton Chigurh — he’ll kill anyone who gets in his way.

A character actor whose talents have too often been obscured by his chiseled looks, Pearce hasn’t been this captivating since the days of “Ravenous” and “Memento.” In fact, the latter must have been a major touchstone for Koolhoven — not only does he cast that film’s star as another sociopath who twists his perception of the world to make sense of his sick desires, but the director also borrows its narrative device, unspooling “Brimstone” in reverse. While the first chapter sets up the final conflict between Liz and the Reverend and the final one loops around to see it play out, the two bits in between chronicle Liz’s childhood and her formative years in a whorehouse (but not in that order).

Dakota Fanning Brimstone


If that approach felt inextricable from the story Christopher Nolan was telling, its purpose in Koolhoven’s saga is decidedly less evident. There’s a certain sadistic pleasure to be had in waiting for these characters to suffer the mutilations they wear in later segments, but that queasy suspense isn’t enough to offset what the narrative structure does to dilute the Reverend’s infernal momentum. Likewise, the Old Testament feeling that comes with working our way back to Genesis isn’t enough to compensate for how flat the climactic showdown feels after spending nearly two hours away from the moments that lead up to it.

Still, the vast expanse in between has plenty of sights to see. There’s “Wetlands” star Carla Juri as a permed prostitute with a nose for trouble, and Kit Harrington pops up as a red-blooded cowboy who acts like a veritable saint compared to the rest of the men in this slaughterhouse. Carice van Houten (also on vacation from Westeros), plays the Reverend’s wife, whom he drags around in a barbaric face collar — Pearce and van Houten fell in love and had a child on the set, who is really going to hate being asked how his parents met.

If, for all of its godawful men, “Brimstone” has a hard time sewing its feminist fervor into anything more than a thin shawl over its bleak spectacle, this disturbingly watchable religious Western makes a solid case that hell is a place on Earth.

Grade: C+

“Brimstone” opens in theaters on Friday, March 10.

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Wow, after all that review, I was surprised to a “C+”, figuring you would’ve rated it higher. I saw this at PSIFF and loved it, could not take my eyes off of it, and could’ve watched another hour of it, despite its 2 1/2 hour run time.


The C+ grade is appropriate. Yes, the film is compellingly watchable; you cannot take your eyes off of it due to the thriller aspect of the narrative and the superb production design, cinematography, and acting.
But David’s complaints are right on the money. You know that eventually “Liz” (really the grown-up Joanna with Emilia Jones playing the 13-year-old Joanna) is going to get her revenge on The Reverend, and in suspenseful fashion.
But that’s the problem, right there. First, you get sick and tired of waiting on this preordained denouement and the tiresome thriller template that leads up to that denouement.
Make it a real Western, Martin!
(Koolhoven smartly follows-up this dramatic highlight with a final, interesting chapter, so the viewer does not feel so cheated by the predicable ending to The Reverend. Kudos for that shrewd move.)
Second, the story develops other real-world-credibility problems in the meantime.
Why does Liz not get assistance in fighting The Reverend in a more direct fashion? Remind you at all of horror movies where the kids keep doing dumb moves?
By fleeing the farm with her daughter and step-son, she merely places them in grave danger unnecessarily.
What happened to the angry, grieving father who was furious about the gone-wrong birth that opens the story? He disappears off the face of the earth. The movie is full of these kinds of holes.
The story’s portrayal of the Old West contains questionable incidents. Although prostitutes were admittedly terribly abused in these wild frontier towns, with murderers sometimes going unpunished, it beggars belief that a town summarily executes a prostitute merely for fighting back against a lethal threat.
Then there is the tongue disfigurement to Elizabeth Brundy that sets up the later auto-mutilation by the grown-up Joanna.
We are supposed to believe that this revolting crime happily goes unpunished by the citizens of the town.
And so forth. By committing himself to this thriller template, Koolhoven paints himself into a corner, with lamentable results.
Brimstone is a film that you want to rate highly while you are watching it, due to the very compelling artistry with which the film was made, but which seems more and more flawed as you ponder its artistic issues on the following day.
Brimstone is no Once Upon a Time in the West; not even close. Comparisons to spaghetti westerns are inappropriate, except for the fact that the film was not shot in the USA or Mexico, but rather in Europe.
One hopes that Koolhoven, a hugely talented writer-director, will still create a masterpiece. Brimstone deserves some genuine compliments but it should not be in anyone’s pantheon.

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