Episode #126 – The Devil’s Own (1997)
from FEAR AND LOATHING IN CINEMA Hosted by Bryan Kluger
On Episode #126 of Fear and Loathing in Cinema, our beloved panel of armchair cine-soldiers (who may or may not be honorary members of the IRA; the Irish Rewatching Association) don their greenest beer goggles and deep-dive into one of the more politically confused action-thrillers of the Clinton years. Somewhere between All the President’s Men and The Pelican Brief, Alan J. Pakula must have asked himself, “What if instead of Deep Throat or Julia Roberts, it’s Brad Pitt with an Irish accent trying to buy missiles in New Jersey?” Enter The Devil’s Own (1997), a film that answers no questions but asks a few truly baffling ones, like: Who thought this script was ready? Why does Brad Pitt sound like a leprechaun who studied abroad in New Mexico? And why are Harrison Ford’s eyebrows doing all the acting? The post Episode #126 – The Devil’s Own (1997) first appeared on Boomstick Comics.
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On Episode #126 of Fear and Loathing in Cinema, our beloved panel of armchair cine-soldiers (who may or may not be honorary members of the IRA; the Irish Rewatching Association) don their greenest beer goggles and deep-dive into one of the more politically confused action-thrillers of the Clinton years. Somewhere between All the President’s Men and The Pelican Brief, Alan J. Pakula must have asked himself, “What if instead of Deep Throat or Julia Roberts, it’s Brad Pitt with an Irish accent trying to buy missiles in New Jersey?” Enter The Devil’s Own (1997), a film that answers no questions but asks a few truly baffling ones, like: Who thought this script was ready? Why does Brad Pitt sound like a leprechaun who studied abroad in New Mexico? And why are Harrison Ford’s eyebrows doing all the acting? This is not your typical “two bros and a bad VHS transfer” podcast. No, these four Irish-by-spirit podcasters perform a forensic autopsy on the film’s soul, if not its utterly incoherent screenplay. They dissect with surgical precision (and Guinness-lubricated charm) the troubled behind-the-scenes warzone: multiple writers, dueling egos, and the type of on-set tension usually reserved for Thanksgiving dinner. Apparently, Ford and Pitt argued more than their characters, and while no punches were thrown, craft services did run out of potato-infused scones mysteriously fast.
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