Savage Bill movie review

Sanford 2022-06-23 11:30:18

Bill had just been released from prison. When he returned home, he found that his wife had run away with someone, and his two sons were 15 and 11 years old. The 15-year-old eldest son works at the construction site and earns money for his 11-year-old son to go to school; the 11-year-old son works for drug dealers and sells drugs.
Bill is determined to start his life again. The eldest son didn't buy this father, and the younger son didn't know what use this unknown father could do to him. As Bill became more familiar with the lives of his two sons, he began to act on his own.
Movies and even literary works have always been preaching universal values ​​in a didactic, sensational way, but "Savage Bill" is a refreshing style. The film does not have too many touching scenes. The father who returned from prison was greeted by the hospitality of his alcoholic friends and the cold reception of his family, which is somewhat inconsistent with the plot arrangement of conventional movies, but it is so harmonious with our lives. What is commendable is that Bill has his own plans for his enthusiastic buddies; Bill also acts as a passer-by without complaining about his family members who are turned away.
As Bill gradually became familiar with the situation and found that these "buddies" of his were engaged in hiring his son to sell drugs, Bill did not resort to the law to seek justice or make hard efforts like regular preaching and sensational films. To educate children, it is very "father" to put this matter to rest, he just wants to end this matter.
Of course lectures and fights are not without them, but this film is by no means a regular film. It tells us the story of how to be a father very plainly.

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Wild Bill quotes

  • Wild Bill: [discovering his youngest son's been helping sell crack] First year's the hardest.

    Jimmy: What?

    Wild Bill: Yeah that's what they say. "First year's the hardest." It weren't for me. Second year, that was the real killer. First year you can still remember the world - your home, your pals, Sunday roast, what it's like to take a dump without someone watching you. Second year, that's when the hope starts to leave ya. No one left to trust. No one you really like 'cause you're in prison. Everyone's a criminal. They all want to fuck you over. You don't want to go to sleep 'cause, whatever you got, it'll be nicked by the bloke you share your cell with... whose farts and stink you have to put up with twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Don't want to make friends with no one because, if you do, you make an enemy somewhere else. Nancies who want to rump ya. And, oh, yeah, blokes who don't think nothin' about creeping up behind you with a shank and sticking it in your throat. Do you know what the worst thing is? Do ya? You get used to it. So, Jimbo, what are you gonna do?

  • Wild Bill: It's a choice. You might think you're only young, but you ain't. You're a man in my eyes and you've got to make a choice.