Poor Scott Cooper. This guy, he just can’t make a movie I’m capable of tolerating. I bet he’s pretty bummed. I hated Out of the Furnace; I also hated Black Mass, a movie I took personally as a Bostonian. (Seriously, someone make a fucking movie about Boston that doesn’t hinge on bad accents for once, please.) Cut to now and I also really hate Hostiles, so maybe give Cooper credit for scoring a turkey. (Double entendre! Hostiles is a turkey. Ba dum, psh, I’ll be here all week.)
Anywho: Hostiles bites. Go read my review for Paste Magazine. It’s way better than the movie.