Pixie Review
An ensemble of vibrant characters that have criminal undertones. Sarky, funny dialogue set in an idyllic rustic Irish setting. A trip on the road with a surprising trio. Pixie answers the query: What would happen if Guy Ritchie and John Michael McDonagh had remade the film Tu Mama Tambien?
Maybe it's not that's on anyone's tongue, but that's exactly the variety of influences Pixie throws into the car while cruising manly through the film. In terms of gangster comedies, Pixie is firmly in the late 1990s/early '00s boom that Ritchie initiated, the film is a little out of fashion. The main elements of the film like the McGuffin of drug-related bags and the fun characters in the background, and the dangerous striker — feel classic enough. However, Pixie is truly a show that thrives on its characters.
Olivia Cooke is relentlessly charismatic but she is occasionally disappointed by a script that is obsessed with old-fashioned, horny humor.
As the evocative daughter of a criminal boss who wants to begin a new chapter, Olivia Cooke is relentlessly charming. She is a vivacious and instantly enjoyable performance she's worthy of all the leading roles that you could throw at her. However, she's sometimes disappointed by a script that is obsessed with old-fashioned, horny humor. Although Pixie herself is smart and confident however, her two co-stars (played by Ben Hardy and Daryl McCormack) are smothered in the sexy teenage boy showboating that makes you wish they as well as the film get older.
The proceedings are brighter, however, thanks to some great appearances. The first is Dylan Moran, blunt and amazing — as the case if Bernard Black became an arms dealer. Dylan's deadpan dry humor is darkly hilarious as it is genuinely terrifying. Then we have Alec Baldwin, as the chief of the criminal priests. In a slick, extravagant black cassocks that sway, Baldwin makes a solid attempt to imitate the Oirish accent however, the choice of his acting is as hilarious as any gag within the movie. The climax, in which Baldwin engages in a slow-motion gunfight, in a church, with nuns, is the kind of am-I-really-watching-this moment that is just the right side of absurd.
