Sling Blade
January 5th 2009 23:25
“I don't reckon I got no reason to kill nobody. Mmm-hmm.”
I first saw Sling Blade when it was released back in 1996. I’ve seen it a few times since then. It’s aged like a fine wine; the tone, symbolism and nuances becoming richer and more complex. Sling Blade is a dark American Gothic tale of love and death, salvation and deliverance.
Originally written as a play and made as a short half-hour film called Some Folks Call It a Sling Blade (1994); writer and star Billy Bob Thornton used the short to get a feature version funded, which he then directed. The movie has gone on to become both a bona fide modern classic as well as garnering a strong cult following as well.
Karl Childers (Billy Bob Thornton) is released from a mental institution for criminals, apparently a rehabilitated man. He is returned to the small town where as a 12-year-old (some twenty-five years earlier) he had murdered his mother and her teenage lover with a Kaiser blade. However it is quickly obvious that Karl is by no means a normal citizen. Your average Joe would think him retarded; Karl walks and talks in peculiar fashion, has done since he was a boy.
Young Frank Wheatley (Lucas Black) meets Karl ouside the small Arkansas town’s laundromat and they immediately form a bond. Frank introduces Karl to his mother Linda (Natalie Canerday). A little later he meets Linda’s gay friend Vaughan (John Ritter), and also Linda’s redneck boyfriend Doyle (Dwight Yoakam).
Doyle’s got it in for Frank, he can’t stand the kid. Of course, he can’t stand Linda’s faggot buddy either, nor Frank’s humped-over retard pal. It’s all too much for the beer-guzzlin’ hillbilly, and he sets out to make life for Frank and Karl hell, especially when Karl moves into the Wheatley shed. Linda understands Doyle is dangerous, but she’s trapped in an abusive relationship. Vaughan would gladly step in as step-dad, but Doyle won’t have a bar of it. It’s only a matter of time before matters turn form bad to worse.
Sling Blade is a languid tour-de-force of writing, acting and directing. It features a stunning score composed by U2 producer Daniel Lanois, and vivid cinematography from Barry Markovitz. Billy Bob Thornton delivers one of the most accomplished debut features from an actor directing in Hollywood history. Sling Blade resonates like the strum of a lonely steel-string in the balmy Southern night air while the crickets buzz and the snakes slither and the scraping of a steel blade cuts through the dark.
Billy Bob Thornton is unrecognisable as Karl Childers, with his squinched eyes, jutting jaw and gravel accent, the dreadful bowl haircut, his snow-plough dragging step and those high-water pants in a lost-in-time dress sense. It’s an extraordinarily sustained performance, and Thornton should’ve won the Best Actor Oscar that year, even Best Director (he managed the Best Adapted Screenplay).
As brilliant as Thornton’s acting is, also highly commendable is country singer Dwight Yoakam, out of the blue and into the black as the disquieting Doyle, and Lucas Black is excellent as inquisitive Frank. Special note must go to the late great J. T. Walsh for his short book-ending turn as Karl’s incarcerated serial killer “chum”, and Robert Duvall’s very brief, but suitably effective cameo as Karl’s disturbed and estranged father. Sling Blade was John Ritter’s last film (sadly both he and Walsh died of a heart attack aged 54).
Sling Blade plays out like a filmed novel; almost fable-like in its studied, yet clear and concise narrative. It has a subtle sense of humour, but it is ultimately a sad and dark tale, and it leaves a deliberately bittersweet after-taste. Ultimately the movie is a virtuoso vehicle for Billy Bob Thornton, but he allows everyone to shine. It’s essential viewing for those who appreciate adult drama that rests on strong indelible performances and powerful screenwriting.
I couldn't find a decent resolution trailer so here's the classic French Fries scene with Jim Jarmusch:
I first saw Sling Blade when it was released back in 1996. I’ve seen it a few times since then. It’s aged like a fine wine; the tone, symbolism and nuances becoming richer and more complex. Sling Blade is a dark American Gothic tale of love and death, salvation and deliverance.
Originally written as a play and made as a short half-hour film called Some Folks Call It a Sling Blade (1994); writer and star Billy Bob Thornton used the short to get a feature version funded, which he then directed. The movie has gone on to become both a bona fide modern classic as well as garnering a strong cult following as well.
Karl Childers (Billy Bob Thornton) is released from a mental institution for criminals, apparently a rehabilitated man. He is returned to the small town where as a 12-year-old (some twenty-five years earlier) he had murdered his mother and her teenage lover with a Kaiser blade. However it is quickly obvious that Karl is by no means a normal citizen. Your average Joe would think him retarded; Karl walks and talks in peculiar fashion, has done since he was a boy.
Young Frank Wheatley (Lucas Black) meets Karl ouside the small Arkansas town’s laundromat and they immediately form a bond. Frank introduces Karl to his mother Linda (Natalie Canerday). A little later he meets Linda’s gay friend Vaughan (John Ritter), and also Linda’s redneck boyfriend Doyle (Dwight Yoakam).
Doyle’s got it in for Frank, he can’t stand the kid. Of course, he can’t stand Linda’s faggot buddy either, nor Frank’s humped-over retard pal. It’s all too much for the beer-guzzlin’ hillbilly, and he sets out to make life for Frank and Karl hell, especially when Karl moves into the Wheatley shed. Linda understands Doyle is dangerous, but she’s trapped in an abusive relationship. Vaughan would gladly step in as step-dad, but Doyle won’t have a bar of it. It’s only a matter of time before matters turn form bad to worse.
Sling Blade is a languid tour-de-force of writing, acting and directing. It features a stunning score composed by U2 producer Daniel Lanois, and vivid cinematography from Barry Markovitz. Billy Bob Thornton delivers one of the most accomplished debut features from an actor directing in Hollywood history. Sling Blade resonates like the strum of a lonely steel-string in the balmy Southern night air while the crickets buzz and the snakes slither and the scraping of a steel blade cuts through the dark.
Billy Bob Thornton is unrecognisable as Karl Childers, with his squinched eyes, jutting jaw and gravel accent, the dreadful bowl haircut, his snow-plough dragging step and those high-water pants in a lost-in-time dress sense. It’s an extraordinarily sustained performance, and Thornton should’ve won the Best Actor Oscar that year, even Best Director (he managed the Best Adapted Screenplay).
As brilliant as Thornton’s acting is, also highly commendable is country singer Dwight Yoakam, out of the blue and into the black as the disquieting Doyle, and Lucas Black is excellent as inquisitive Frank. Special note must go to the late great J. T. Walsh for his short book-ending turn as Karl’s incarcerated serial killer “chum”, and Robert Duvall’s very brief, but suitably effective cameo as Karl’s disturbed and estranged father. Sling Blade was John Ritter’s last film (sadly both he and Walsh died of a heart attack aged 54).
Sling Blade plays out like a filmed novel; almost fable-like in its studied, yet clear and concise narrative. It has a subtle sense of humour, but it is ultimately a sad and dark tale, and it leaves a deliberately bittersweet after-taste. Ultimately the movie is a virtuoso vehicle for Billy Bob Thornton, but he allows everyone to shine. It’s essential viewing for those who appreciate adult drama that rests on strong indelible performances and powerful screenwriting.
I couldn't find a decent resolution trailer so here's the classic French Fries scene with Jim Jarmusch:
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