Most writers will testify that the “short story” is probably the most difficult to create; within two sentences you have to ambush the readers’ attention; sink your literary teeth into their intellectual guts; sabotage all extraneous thoughts; rush to fruition, instantly gratifying their desire to know the conclusion/solution of the tiny tale.
“Wild Tales” is comprised of six vignettes focusing on revenge; not served “cold” but calculating canapés, deliciously spicy, shockingly innovative, Shakespearean in pathos, blood and jocularity. Every one commencing innocently: strangers on a plane, discovering their mutual connection: a man of limited talent, but revelatory in retribution; a waitress serving a solitary customer responsible for her family’s demise; road rage at the penultimate, destructive, apocalyptic level; a spoiled, privileged boy, whose parents convince their groundskeeper to confess to a crime their imbecile son has perpetrated; a car is towed and the owner, an engineer, wrathfully, sensationally, psychotically, goes after the towing company; saving the juiciest for last: a wedding reception goes awry when the “bride” discovers that her “husband” has had a liaison with one of the guests.
Argentinean writer/director Damien Szifron proves hilariously, tragically, repeatedly that while “seeking revenge, dig two graves—one for yourself”.
THREE & 1/2 STARS!!!