Starring: Daniel Radcliffe, Paul Dano, Mary Elizabeth Winstead.
How do you pitch a film that stars Daniel Radcliffe as a farting corpse come multi-tool? How do you even come up with that as a concept?! Swiss Army Man is probably going to be up there as one of the oddest yet strangely heartwarming films you could hope to see.
Hank, stranded on a deserted island concludes to take his own life, that is until he see a corpse wash up on the beach.
Swiss Army Man is quite possibly, without doubt, one of the oddest, most throughly barking films I have ever seen, it is however an insanity that is strangely endearing. During the course of the film, the relationship built up between Dano’s depressed, angst ridden Hank and Radcliffe’s flatulent, multitalented Manny is actually in the weirdest possible sense, quite sweet, testament to the combined talents of the leads and their complete commitment to the insanity this film channels with unrepentant glee. During its run time, Radcliffe’s Manny is a jet ski, a water dispenser, a cutting tool, a weapon and a VERY unorthodox compass, the invention on display has to be begrudgingly admired even by the film’s staunchest critics. As odd a prospect this film is, its underlying message of the possibility of hope and redemption lying in the most unlikely of places is one that permeates the films whimsical madness and shines through to its abrupt and hilarious WTF denouement.
Swiss Army Man isn’t going to be for everyone, it is so deeply odd that it will almost certainly be off putting in its absolute gonzo absurdity, an unabashed, unrepentant absurdity that in some small sense by those same critics must also be admired. It doesn’t hold back, it doesn’t apologise, it doesn’t explain itself, it expects a wanton surrender from its audience and it is in that surrender where this film begins to shine and where it’s true heart can be found.