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Four men drive a truck containing a mysterious cargo across
the desert to a rendezvous known only to one of them. Curiosity
getting the better of them, they discover countless bags of
gold coins. The find exacerbates their clash of personalities,
so that it's every man for himself as greed becomes the prime
motive...
Oh...
dear! [Can you be a little more specific? - Ed]. I had high
hopes for this film, but two minutes in I knew we were in
trouble. I expected Sweat to emulate the style of Mad
Max, or more accurately its first sequel, The Road
Warrior. That wouldn't necessarily have been a bad thing,
providing it had something new to say; however, I don't think
it's unreasonable to state that Sweat isn't even fit
to be described in the same sentence as Mad Max.
The
movie suffers from two fundamental setbacks. First, the plot,
or lack thereof. The only reason why the film lasts more than
20 minutes is because of a half-hearted attack by two jeeps,
an overheated radiator, a stopover at a camouflaged camp,
and numerous arguments and cheap explosions. Second, the presence
of an aggravating Frenchman. This character doesn't work as
a tough guy, and has no clear-cut motive for acting the way
he does. He seems to be annoying purely for the sake of being
annoying. It would make more logical sense for him to use
his companions, before dispatching them close to the destination.
It's
not often I feel cheated out of time by watching a film (I'm
pretty open-minded about most things); here I had to force
myself to watch to the conclusion, hoping for a twist or revelation
that just might bring it to life and make the whole thing
worthwhile.
Oh,
well. Hope springs eternal.
Ty
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