The Locusts

  • 1997
  • Movie
  • R
  • Drama

Time was when a woman named Delilah had to displace her castrating impulses into some coded act like shearing a man's virile locks. But no longer: This preposterous, overheated melodrama cuts straight through the metaphor to the bucket of bull's balls. Simultaneously lurid and naive, triple-named double-threat John Patrick Kelley's debut feature takes place...read more

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Time was when a woman named Delilah had to displace her castrating impulses into some coded act like shearing a man's virile locks. But no longer: This preposterous, overheated melodrama cuts straight through the metaphor to the bucket of bull's balls.

Simultaneously lurid and naive, triple-named double-threat John Patrick Kelley's debut feature takes place on a back-country feed lot in the 1950s, now officially the most over examined decade of the 20th century. Hunky drifter Clay Hewitt (Vince Vaughn), on the run from one piece of trouble,

finds himself trapped in another involving bitter, predatory Delilah Potts (Kate Capshaw), her emotionally ruined son Flyboy (Jeremy Davies) and a local hot number named Kitty (Ashley Judd). It's true, fine careers have been built on hothouse fantasies of devouring mothers, fragile children and

sordid small-town sex scandals. But even Tennessee Williams whipped up some whoppers amid the BABY DOLLs and the STREETCAR s, and Kelley is no candidate to assume his mantle. This fevered Freudian fantasy of helpless men surrounded by saucy tramps and stiletto-heeled praying mantises in cocktail

sheaths might be funny if it weren't so oblivious to its own ludicrousness: As it is, it's just confounding. By the time "Love Hurts" swells on the soundtrack, you'll be gasping for air: Whether you're laughing or sobbing will probably depend on how much you paid to get in.

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  • Released: 1997
  • Rating: R
  • Review: Time was when a woman named Delilah had to displace her castrating impulses into some coded act like shearing a man's virile locks. But no longer: This preposterous, overheated melodrama cuts straight through the metaphor to the bucket of bull's balls. Si… (more)

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