Wild Horse Nine review – Malkovich and Rockwell head to Easter Island for McDonagh’s acid bromance

Venice film festival Two men, some violence, much freewheeling chat: so far, so standard fare from the Oscar-winning writer-director.

But this time the comedy and charm can feel diluted by blood and machismo It isn’t a Martin McDonagh movie unless you’ve got two morose guys – one old, one not so old – who do nothing all the livelong day but bitch and snipe and quarrel and exchange barbed bromantic dialogue while occasionally going off on a plaintive tangent about nothing at all, incidentally revealing…