Yet the Russos don’t limit themselves to simply that predecessor, delivering wartime aerial panoramas intended to conjure memories of Apocalypse Now, basic training sequences indebted to Full Metal Jacket, bank robberies with an icy Heat sheen, post-bank robbery getaway car freak-outs modeled after Reservoir Dogs, and jauntily edited action that boasts a faint whiff of Scott Pilgrim vs. the World.
The basic training sequences with the maniacal drill sergeants are reminiscent of “Full Metal Jacket,” while the war scenes are effective but nothing we haven’t seen before.
Cherry takes inspirations from Fight Club , Full Metal Jacket , Jarhead , and Requiem for a Dream to put them in a blender for a punishing two hours and twenty minutes, but instead of congealing into a satisfying whole, they simply create sequential layers of clashing flavors that make you want to lie down from the effort of chugging it all in one sitting.
They do less well when Cherry enters basic training: The directors change the aspect ratio and, in essence, offer up a condensed remake of the first third of Kubrick’s “Full Metal Jacket.”
I hope the Russos were not just making their Deer Hunter meets Full Metal Jacket movie as a career stamp, with no outward cause in mind.
It’s as though the Russo brothers played “Full Metal Jacket” on repeat, but never grasped how that film’s dialogue worked.