What could possibly go wrong? Well, nothing and everything. “The Counselor” is a uniquely and almost impossibly bad movie precisely because the talented and laurel-bedecked people behind it made exactly the movie they wanted to. Nobody gets to blame the budget for this one, or inexperience, or technical ineptitude.
Alright, this is hyperbolic for humor’s sake but even so dead on the money. Before, I said I was processing and I think I finally realized what I was processing: the inconceivable idea that McCarthy’s first straight-to-theater screenplay didn’t blow me away.
Still, if you’re a McCarthy fan, I’d say give it a watch. Matinee, dollar theater, inevitable Amazon Prime stream, something, but give it a view. If for no other reason than Bardem’s hilarious relation of the car sex story.