Once you start watching Brick, you soon realize that you're not just absorbing the shifting footage, but you're gazing into each episode, devouring the camera-accented details of the video sequence with your eyes. Rian Johnson has crafted and directed an appealing black story, with a strong plot and intense action involving sharply delineated, vividly textured characters.
With special attention you listen to dialogues, trying to understand the unusual verbal web, thinking that, having unraveled it, you will be able to predict the unraveling of this story. All in vain. And after watching the finale, when, as it seems, the cards are already open, there is still an intriguing understatement, leaving the viewer a field for independent accents.
Ryan Johnson's work belongs to the category of those in which the actors' efforts make the invented reality take the form of real reality in the eyes of the viewer. Joseph Gordon Leviticus does not let go of attention throughout the movie, striking a fantastically organic image of a self-sacrificing desperate avenger. The kind of, you know, mysteriously - brooding, fearless enigmatic hero.
In support of Gordon-Levitt - absolutely accurate hit in the role of his colleagues on the set, perfectly fit into the images of “home” mafiosi, urban idiots, disinhibited killers and dodgy schemers.
Brick I would compare it to a painting by an old master, when one viewing is impossible to discern the nuances and shades of the composition laid out in separate strokes-frames. You have to change the angle, moving away from the canvas and bringing your gaze closer to it again. Examine. Revisit. Comprehend. Smart movie.