Want to destroy a project? Connect Ruby Rose's name to it. Orange is the New Black, Batwoman, Resident Evil etc.
She is the literal kiss of death.
Besides that though, this film is terrible. The dialogue is ludicrous, the acting is robotic and amateurish, further, the plot is dull and very paint by numbers.
Sitting through "Dirty Angels" felt like being dragged over hot coals for two relentless hours. It's a film that promises much but delivers an abysmally disjointed mess, leaving even the most patient viewers yearning for a time refund.
The so-called plot is a labyrinthine disaster, an incoherent mosaic pieced together from the fragments of better, more competent films. It's hard to pinpoint exactly where "Dirty Angels" goes off the rails because it never quite gets on them. The story, if you can call it that, limps along with all the grace of a three-legged dog, staggering from one contrived scenario to the next. What we have here is a collage of tired clichés and predictable twists, sprinkled with a hefty dose of unintentional comedy.
Our protagonist, supposedly the "angel" of the title, is a wooden caricature lacking any semblance of depth or nuance. The writers must have been channeling the spirit of generic action heroes past, producing a character so devoid of personality that it makes cardboard cutouts look dynamic. The attempts at emotional depth fall flat, smothered under a blanket of poorly written dialogue that oscillates between banal and cringeworthy.
The supporting cast fares no better, each performance more lifeless than the last. It's as if the casting directors scoured the earth for actors who could deliver lines with the least possible enthusiasm. Even the villains, who should at least provide a modicum of entertainment, come across as laughably over-the-top, their nefarious schemes more laughable than menacing.
Visually, "Dirty Angels" is a garish assault on the senses. The action sequences are a chaotic jumble, plagued by shaky cam and bewildering editing choices that make it impossible to follow the mayhem. Any attempt at stylish cinematography is undermined by a barrage of unnecessary lens flares and gratuitous slow-motion shots, giving the film a headache-inducing, amateurish feel.
The film's pacing is akin to watching paint dry, interspersed with moments of such idiocy that one wonders if it was intentional self-parody. Scenes drag on endlessly, filled with tedious exposition and nonsensical plot developments. By the time the third act rolls around, any remaining shreds of patience have long evaporated, replaced by a desperate longing for the end credits.
And let's not forget the soundtrack, a cacophony of mismatched tracks that clash violently with the on-screen action. It's as if the composers threw darts at a wall of random musical genres, resulting in a jarring auditory experience that does nothing to enhance the already dire narrative.
In conclusion, "Dirty Angels" is a masterclass in how not to make a film. It's a soul-sucking void of creativity, where talent goes to die and common sense is abandoned at the door. If you're looking for a movie to loathe, to use as a benchmark for cinematic ineptitude, look no further. I give "Dirty Angels" a generous one star out of five, only because giving it zero stars isn't an option.
Save your time, save your sanity, and steer clear of this trainwreck. You've been warned.
