'Psycho' candy

COLIN COVERT | Updated 10/18/2012

'Seven Psychopaths' is a knockout cinematic treat.

Woody Harrelson and Christopher Walken in "Seven Psychopaths."
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Every so often -- not very often, at that -- you see a movie that leaves you stumbling out of the theater in a state of giddy, elated vertigo. That's what you get from "Seven Psychopaths," a howlingly funny Los Angeles crime farce overstuffed with flaky comedy, gore, idiosyncrasy, genius dialogue, wild cameo performances and an embarrassment of stars.

Any film where you can watch Colin Farrell, Sam Rockwell, Woody Harrelson and Christopher Walken toss the ball around can't help but be intensely likable. When it's written and directed by the absurdly gifted Martin McDonagh ("In Bruges"), it approaches hipster nirvana.

Farrell plays Martin, a blocked screenwriter. He's past deadline on his big project, which he sold on the basis of the title, "Seven Psychopaths." He has no plot, only one psychopath and the Sisyphean goal of making a psycho-killer movie with an uplifting pacifist moral. No wonder he procrastinates with his best drinking buddy, Billy (Rockwell), an unemployed actor/maniac.

Billy provides grist for Martin's story when he sweeps him into the dog-kidnapping racket that he runs with Hans (Walken), a nice old guy whose honest demeanor compels the owners to give him a big cash reward when he returns their "lost" pets. After they make the mistake of scooping up a Shih Tzu belonging to trigger-happy mob boss Charlie Costello (Harrelson), Martin is up to his neck in inspiration.

McDonagh takes the stock parts of genre crime movies and twists them like Silly Putty. When Billy spins out his take on what Martin's screenplay should become -- a hilarious travesty of action filmmaking that we see acted out onscreen -- Hans murmurs appreciatively, "It's got layers."

And so does "Seven Psychopaths." It's a Mobius strip of flashbacks, dream sequences, meta-fictional film snippets and self-referential humor. The film reels back through a half-century of American history to make moral statements about real and movie violence, becoming Martin's Holy Grail, a bloody shoot-'em-up with an ethical core. Wow. Just wow.