There were other things that I didn't get to write about: The fact that the only female speaking part I remember in the movie is a hooker whose most memorable line is "fuck you" seems important. The filmmakers could almost have gotten away with making this movie entirely without female cast members at all, which would have been controversial, but it certainly would have underscored the theme that this is a movie about men and the terrible ruts they get stuck in. I didn't mention how the movie ties in neatly with director Andrew Dominik's previous movie, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, turning the two into bookends about violence, and the way people talk about violence. I didn't get to drool all over some of Dominik's stylistic choices—the opening scene, especially, which cynically juxtaposes a speech by then-candidate Obama with urban despair, is brilliant—and praise the acting as much as it deserved. James Gandolfini, as a washed-up hitman, would've earned the majority of my praise, even though Pitt is excellent, too.
But you know? In the end, I'm okay with that. When you're putting out a weekly paper, you have to fit the word count, and sometimes less is more. The original review should stand as it's written.