Love Lies Bleeding is a weird goddamn movie.
It manages to be incredibly sexy one moment and turn-away-from-the-screen repulsive the next. Graphic violence and ironic humor rub up against one another. Everyone looks like a dirty trashbag, but in a way that is somehow pleasing to the eye. (Not dissimilar to 1996’s Trainspotting, I suppose — if Trainspotting had more perms and greasy mullets.)
It’s also a movie that spends two-thirds viscerally steeping itself in gritty realism, only to erupt into a surreal fantasy that flounders in the last act.
Yes. Please take my word for it: Love Lies Bleeding is a weird goddamn movie that doesn’t just defy a single genre, it actively flips all of them off.
At the outset, this is a story that’s unusual in the best possible way. The setting is small-town New Mexico in 1989. Grumpy, chain-smoking gym employee Lou (Kristen Stewart) meets bodybuilding out-of-towner Jackie (Katy O’Brian). The two immediately shack up and begin a steamy — albeit steroid-enhanced — relationship. Jackie works at a nearby gun range that’s run by Lou’s estranged father, Lou Sr (Ed Harris). Jackie gets her job via J.J. (Dave Franco) after the two share a brief sexual encounter on her first night in town. J.J. also happens to be married to Lou’s sister Beth (Jena Malone), whom he viciously beats on a regular basis.



