After the hectoring tedium of his 2010 “Wall Street” sequel, it’s a relief to discover that the pedal-to-the-metal, balls-to-the-wall, drugged-up and lunatic Oliver Stone of “U Turn” and “Natural Born Killers” and “The Doors” is not gone forever.
He briskly navigates the Elmore Leonard-style twists of the story, and, as he did in films like “Salvador,” “Natural Born Killers” and “The Doors,” he transmits his hedonistic pleasure directly to the audience.
From his early directorial outing, 1981's The Hand (Michael Caine loses his appendage, but it comes back, ferociously!), to his 1991 hallucinogenic rock bio The Doors, to his hyperactive homicidal-twosome movie, 1994's Natural Born Killers, Stone has a tendency to inflate what is essentially genre fare with grandiosity, with portentous gab.
"Born on the Fourth of July," "The Doors," "JFK," "Natural Born Killers," "Nixon," "Any Given Sunday"--these were bold, controversial and visionary works produced at a time when such things were generally considered to be the exception to the Hollywood and no matter what you may have thought about the films themselves, it cannot be denied that when you came out of them, you knew that you had just seen a Movie in all its risky glory and not just another inflated television episode of the kind that had begun clogging the multiplexes in greater and greater numbers.