Didn’t think I really needed to see the skinhead suspenser (yep, I damn well may have just now invented this oddball genre description) “Green Room”. And perhaps I didn’t. But now that I have, there are worse ways to while away an hour and a half of living.
Here’s what I found worthwhile about the experience. It showcases the beauty of my stomping grounds, the stunning American Pacific Northwest. It features some cool punk rock AND Creedence Clearwater Revival. And the mere presence of the great Patrick Stewart is more than enough to class up this, or any other, joint.
There are confusing scene sequences, unlikely plot developments and scads of interchangeable neo-Nazi dummkopfs proliferating throughout “Green Room”. But so what? There are certainly enough scares and acts of mayhem goin’ on here to run a charge or two through most folks.
And if that’s not enough to suit ya, then, in the lexicon of the prevailing mentality of the film, “F— it, man.”
I ferociously love God, my family, friends, writing, movies, sports and music.
