Solo Dios perdona

Si no fuera por el éxito de Drive, Gosling y Scott Thomas no hubieran participado en ella. Es tan poco interesante para los espectadores, que difícilmente será proyectado en muchos cines de Estados Unidos. No exactamente una familia estadounidense modelo, que está en Bangkok, que enfada a un jefe de la policía local que tiene un machete bien afilado. De quién tiene relación con quién y cuál mala es, nos enteramos solo indirectamente, continuamente, con la adición de cuerpos masacrados. Son todos cabrones a los que les gusta violar a las niñas de catorce años, o vender drogas, o sacar los ojos. Oscuridad ubicua, farolillos o neones incorporados en la imagen, símbolos de dragones en la penumbra roja, figuras que se mueven lentamente, música oscura o psicodélica, y Ryan Gosling mirando a lo nada como nunca antes. La película juega con las expectativas del espectador, lo estira, lo hipnotiza, a veces lo asusta, a veces lo fascina, pero no le transmite la satisfacción final. Pansringarm interpreta brillantemente al demoníaco policía sádico y Kristin Scott Thomas a la madre perra realmente sin escrúpulos. Una película extraña sobre la que pensarás, pero que no se te ocurrirá nada. (30.05.2013)

The definition of annoying pseudo-art and a repulsive example of what happens when a respected artist gets too full of himself. Not even God can forgive Refn for this. (30.07.2013)

A pseudo-art game with symbols, vague characters, and a story about revenge and (lack of) forgiveness, in which fantastic cinematography and the unintentional ridiculousness of Gosling's vacant stare reign supreme. Overall, it’s enough for the biggest movie pose and epic fail of the year because I haven't seen a movie in a long time that shows so much of what it wants to be and works exactly the opposite way; I want to read a long analysis of it by a film theorist. (21.09.2013)

Nicolas Winding Refn and Ryan Gosling were apparently surprised by how successful Drive was with the general public. That’s what gave them the courage to work with even heavier themes than Drive had. They say that there is power in simplicity, and this is exactly what Drive was. A dynamic camera, an oppressive atmosphere supported by great music and, in essence, a very simple premise. Only God Forgives has all these elements, but it is still quite brutal, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Asian movies with mafia characters in the lead are simply like that. But to top it all off, they talk even less and everything takes a really long time, which was perhaps the biggest issue the movie had. It would have been dynamic otherwise. Some of the intentionally long and meaningless shots have a message for a split second, but all the atmosphere disappears within a single moment because nothing really happens in the movie. The electronic music is also sparse, and all that initial enthusiasm quickly fades away in less than half an hour. One then looks at Ryan, who thinks that his charisma will do all the work, but he apparently does not understand that if he doesn’t speak, the viewer can’t form an opinion about him. Even so, I respect the creators’ efforts. The movie’s completely different from a classic film production and deserves great respect. Drive was the work and success of the moment. But Only God Forgives is its indistinct shadow. (01.11.2013)

OK, when it’s Refn, I absolutely don't mind and have never minded superficiality. Not even being a poser. I always felt something more behind it - vibration, a unique vision, the ability to captivate through image. Only God Forgives is the first time that ostentatious self-affection and the importance attached to every (albeit non-plot) shot has severely bothered me. The entire film is actually the anti-thesis of Drive, an image of a passive, incompetent, insufficient, castrated protagonist, on whose side are neither justice nor sympathy. Unfortunately, Gosling's pleading gaze into the camera seems sometimes tragicomic, similar to the didactic repetition of castration motifs and the emphasis on the archetypality of the plot (sometimes horribly didactic). The plot element is as truncated and frustrating as the protagonist - it's certainly not a fail - it's an intention, a rather mischievous creative intention, which Refn ostentatiously presents to us. Disconnection, inconsistency, extraordinariness - what made sense to me in Valhalla Rising as a lyrical poem resonates in Only God Forgives as an empty and pompous mannerism, gratification of the armless, sometimes even rebellious and strenuously aggressive. Mechanical declamations, the absence of logic, a bizarrely interconnected world in which the only possible order rules - the order of the director's ego. For me, a completely empty pose, empty enough to frustrate me. A few scenes are, of course, masterful (the fight, the chase through the city, ending with a recipe for a funny wok pan), but the enchantment of the whole faded. Nicolas Winding Refn reduced to excess. (30.05.2013)

An empty hypnoneon nothing that paradoxically has it all; redruM, a shitload of material for Gosling’s breakfast, Oedipus complex², Jodorowsky, a return to mother’s womb, Martinez, Thai folk song karaoke, some explicit violence etc. (05.06.2013)

Thanks to Drive, Nicolas Winding Refn conquered the world, only to drive away his newly discovered fans away with his dream project. A hypnotic atmosphere that compels you to immerse oneself in every dark shot is an amazing thing, but the slow storyline is so self-absorbed that I can't go any further, not even for Ryan Gosling's indecipherable gaze. In Bangkok everyone is betting on him more than ever before, and I honestly felt sorry for any audience members who have already had enough of Gosling's silent charisma. Personally, I still fawn over him instantly, but considering the surprisingly strong feeling that this is an empty fable set in perfect visuals, this time around I am indeed disappointed. (21.10.2013)

A danish trip to the bloody world of drugs and Thai (homo)boxing. Now it depends how much you can take as a viewer. Nicolas Winding Refn doesn’t need to tell us anything. The story is simple. The message unclear. The dream sequences like out of Valhalla Rising or Fear X gain even more ecstatic dimensions thanks to the Bangkok location. The symbolism of severing limbs, good born from evil and twisted good that achieves justice only by perverse means. The foul-mouthed and permanently grouchy Kristin Scott Thomas is a perfect contrast to Gosling’s passivity and to the Terminator-like precision of Vithayi Pansringarm. Only God Forgives also contains one of the most appalling torture scenes of recent times. Something to watch for the most demanding of viewers, with a dark after-taste that stays with you long after the final song is over. (06.06.2013)

Unlike Drive, this time I didn't get the impression that I was watching (or trying to watch) a self-important film about nothing. Only God Forgives is a very stylish, gritty short story from the Asian underworld, which confuses the viewer but is not confused itself, it moves forward a snail’s pace, but also at a persistent pace and boils under a seemingly immobile neon color level. The flaw on its beauty is only the not-exactly-convincing performance by Ryan Gosling - the silent looks in his performance look the same all the time, and I can't even imagine what he's experiencing or what he's thinking. Kristin Scott Thomas, of course, is in a completely different acting league, and her overbearing, bashful mobster makes her memorable. (14.10.2017)

An experience that from the viewer’s perspective is something that combines orgasmic feelings with getting your fingernails ripped out, when you had the misfortune to be born with twenty fingers on each hand. The subjective running time of 300 years admittedly hypnotizes you with its visual fetish and almost hollowed-out narrative, where Gosling, for example, could easily have been replaced with a plush imitation of himself and it wouldn't have mattered. I don't begrudge Refn making films for himself; what bothers me is that he's considered a fantastic director, with his obsessive fascination with the image proving that, as a director, he's actually incompetent and lacking any kind of insight. And I don't buy his dedication to Jodorowsky as an alibi. Only God Forgives is essentially a photo-novel due to its static nature, and perhaps the likes of Greenaway would eat it for breakfast. In all its negatives, the film is reminiscent of the director's American debut, Fear X, or the anti-intellectual I Come with the Rain. But I can't help it, it's delicious eye-candy and offended me only a little bit. Now it's up to Refn what he comes up with next; I'd recommend a genre film, otherwise he doesn't have much of a place in a world where Gaspar Noé, Harmony Korine, or Danny Boyle are making visual art spectacles. I look forward to the reviews. (05.06.2013)

A esos 49 por ciento no me sorprende en absoluto y tal vez sea mucho, ya que Solo Dios perdona ofrece una combinación de crudeza danesa con crueldad asiática en un experimento cinematográfico muy extraño. Casi me dan ganas de usar el "WTF" moderno de hoy en día. No entiendo en absoluto lo que Refn nos quería transmitir. La historia es clara como una bofetada, pero los constantes cortes, interludios y contrastes supuestamente artísticos sumergen aún más la película en lugar de destacarla. Los daneses tienen suficiente dinero para hacer películas, así que simplemente pueden permitirse hacerlas incluso desagradables y retorcidas sin género. (06.09.2015)

Refn made a name for himself with the movie "Drive" and decided that his approach must work every time. And so we get another gritty spectacle, where blood splatters, stoic performances, long shots, mostly saying nothing, and finally even familiar faces, which Refn has been successful with since "Bronson". The first half hour is fine and could bring anything, even Tarantino-style carnage, but Refn doesn't care about that. He styles his film and does it his way. I have to say that his portrayal of violence simply suits me. It looks incredibly good and realistic, which is supported by the static camera. However, the duel between Julian and the mafia boss is simply pathetic. Unfortunately, the second half of the film is really about nothing and the violence just can't save it. It's a shame, the potential was much more promising. (06.01.2014)

Dull awfulness spiced up with a bit of atmosphere will still remain awfulness. Clearly, the creative skills of Nicolas Winding Refn have been stripped away. Ryan Gosling could have spared himself the effort of preparing for his role as a Thai boxing coach because it was completely useless. I absolutely can't understand how Kristin Scott Thomas got caught up in this cheap rip-off of David Lynch. (20%) (20.08.2021)