A wise man once said*, “If you have them in the first fifteen minutes, you have a movie. If you have them in the last fifteen minutes, you have a hit.” By that metric, Oliver Stone‘s Savages is neither a movie nor a hit. It begins with an atrocious first act full of flat expository narration including one of the worst lines of dialogue I’ve ever heard: “I have orgasms. He has wargasms.” That’s a deep hole to dig out of, but Savages manages to do so with a strong, thoughtful, exciting middle section that explore where people derive their power. And then the movie falls apart with an ending that erases all the hard work the film had accomplished.