I Don't Feel at Home in This
In this revamp of the American 'Vigilante Justice' subgenre, the vigilante is a soft-spoken 30-something woman (Melanie Lynskey) from the less affluent part of town, and her accomplice a nerdy boy-man with a martial arts fetish (Elijah Wood). But don't let writer/director Macon Blair trick you into being in accord with them; there's really very little difference between Melanie Lynskey's character here and Charles Bronson's in Death Wish. And so, the sentiment is the same: The world has gone to shit, therefore I might as well put the final nail in the coffin. It's a recipe for disaster that Blair wants us to enjoy (and, admittedly, laugh at), but it's only enjoyable in as far as it's creative from a filmatic point of view. Thematically, I Don't Feel at Home in This World Anymore hasn't got any new thoughts, but Blair does reveal himself to be quite the talented set-pieceist, seen best with a brilliant scene in which Lynskey and Wood impersonate cops. And speaking of Wood, he is the main reason why the film works so well as a comedy. Who would have thought during the mid 90s that Wood's future career would be as an expert in quirky, little character parts?