Mandy is a hypnotic and thrilling freak-out that has us in its thrall from the opening credits, even when the director becomes a little too indulgent, if that’s possible in a psychedelic concoction that blends Heavy Metal magazine, Mad Max, Hellraiser, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Death Wish and The Evil Dead, pours it into a goblet and has Ken Russell present it to you with a Laudanum chaser.
Mandy (Grade: B) is a midnight-movie festival onto itself; over two gonzo hours, it combines giallo, Clive Barker, Death Wish , prog rock, heavy metal, Heavy Metal, Guy Maddin, Mad Max, the dueling-chainsaw climax of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 , Nicolas Roeg, and Nicolas Cage at his most bugging-out unhinged.
All too often, films like Death Wish and its ilk indulge our fear and our hatred — our deep, visceral, nihilistic need to destroy things.
Although there were plenty of reasons to hate the film—the clumsy and contrived nature of the screenplay, the shoddy and haphazard quality of the filmmaking and the utter waste of the immensely likable Jennifer Garner in the lead role among them—perhaps the worst thing about it, other than the startlingly level of racism on display in virtually every scene (including one in which Garner kills about 20 Hispanics in a piñata factory but leaves the sole white guy on hand alive to pass on some information), was how boring and pro forma it was—for all intents and purposes, it was little more than just another uninspired knockoff of “Death Wish” and we already had one of those earlier this year with that terrible Bruce Willis remake.