Paced akin to that of a funeral, Tiger Warsaw sees the loveable Patrick Swayze trapped in time as a 70s greaser coming home in a melodramatic tale of reconciliation. There is no other reason to seek this out outside of Swayze, who broods sentimentality throughout the movie with an unshakeable boyish charm, he's just been saddled with a truly terrible screenplay. Drifting drearily along until, with about 10 minutes to go, it ends in a rushed wrap, as though somebody suddenly realized that time was up. It's mainly just a series of encounters with no oomph or style while Amin Q. Chaudhri's direction leaves most of the film completely incomprehensible with poorly lit and uncomfortably long shots dominating the runtime. If I can give it any form of praise outside of its main star, some of the songs on the soundtrack do slap but, other than that, Tiger Warsaw is a fraught movie that lurches between trauma and tearjerker. Driving towards a predictable conclusion, carrying the dubious message that matrimonial bliss and domestic harmony is the ultimate aspiration.
Review of Tiger Warsaw
