War Dogs

Rowdy comedy director Todd Phillips attempts something more serious with War Dogs, but without his trusty asinine array of inebriated misfortunes, his reliable armada steers dismally off course.

Not to say he shouldn't continue trying to make serious films, War Dogs simply representing a transitional foray creatively lacking in displaced junkets, full of miscues that can be corrected, capsuled, correlated.

Boring.

It's like The Wolf of Wall Street's adolescent fanboy.

The structure's there, rambunctious young adult friends who grew up together illicitly earning a living, capital concerns trumping ethical endeavours, as they serendipitously cash in.

Cocaine is taken, incredible risks abound, women are exploited, consequences cursed, slowly leading to a predictable climax that highlights greed's lack of foresight with typical reckless contagion.

One of the friends does have a conscience that separates the films a bit.

But The Wolf, even if it also wasn't that great, still had a dynamic script with a robust cast showcased in fluid mischievous condemnation, that at least impressed for lengthy intervals.

War Dogs still makes a thoughtful point about supply and demand, capacities and so on, the fact that sometimes massive entities are the only ones who can skillfully martial all the requisite personnel to fill extraordinarily diverse orders, in manageable temporal allotments, but it's not enough.

Monopolies can theoretically drive up the price while crushing innovation if their unchallenged prowess grows stale with pomp and complacency.

But I really don't know much about them.

That isn't to say I don't want to make a lot of money.

Cashing-in big time would be pretty sweet.

Some sort of more durable necktie perhaps.

Wars aren't all about establishing markets for the sale of goods as War Dogs contends either, although many of them do seem as if such characteristics motivate their degenerative sensations.

There can be more than one.

Every year a new season begins, every 4 years a new President's elected.

In a country like Libya, if everyone fighting to be the next Gaddafi put down their arms and moved towards forging a working constitutional consensus general prosperity might indeed flourish.

Easier said, as violence unleashes violence, chaotic infinitum.

Unchecked butchers.

Gaddafi.

Hussein.

ISIS.

The soundtrack's a mess too. Good songs, but, barf.