Cops and cartels,
midnight raids and public shootouts, blood vendettas and hidden
agendas, and a whole lot of dead bodies literally walled up in a
house of horrors. If you told me all of this sounds like it belongs
in a trashy detective novel, I'd probably agree. If told me it all
sounds like it belongs in a trashy movie I'd say, “Hold the phone!
Who says the movie has to be trashy?”
And
of course, it isn't. French-Canadian director Denis Villeneuve
insinuates and executes all of these familiar genre tropes with
hitman-like precision in Sicario,
delivering one of the most cringe-inducing, butt-clenching, excruciating films of the year... And I mean every one of
those in the best possible way.
Working
from a twisty screenplay by actor-turned-writer Taylor Sheridan (Sons
of Anarchy),
Villeneuve has crafted an excellent thriller that's every bit as
refined (if not more so) as the glossy biopics and period pieces that
angle for adult dollars at the multiplex every fall. Along
with 2012's Prisoners
and last year's Enemy,
Sicario
further embosses his reputation as a filmmaker capable of elevating
even the pulpiest story material with his surgical attention to form
and construct.

