Mon, July 10, 2017
We are tremendously lucky that Back to the Future turned out as perfectly as it did with a script by these same two chuckleheads. Tresspass is randomly racist, utterly preposterous, and relentlessly incoherent. I’m sure there was a kernel idea that spawned the film, and I’m sure it was clearer before what must have been a very tumultuous development process, but damn if I can figure out what it might be. An examination of the yet-unreported-on trend of inner city gangs documenting their turf wars with camcorders? A rebuke of industrial era building codes? A gritty attempt to merge New Jack City with It Could Happen To You? Whatever it was, it would have been better left unexplored. This was beneath the acting talents of Bills Paxton and Sadler, and even those of Ices T and Cube.
(I should’ve known it would be trouble from the start: nothing says “violent inner-city crime drama” like opening titles in the Lithos typeface!)