On its face, Violet & Daisy is an absolutely absurd movie. It’s about two teenage assassins who look and talk like mall rats, but instead of swooning over Jake Jonas while trying on mini skirts at Wet Seal, they are assassins. Like big time assassins. The kind of killers-for-hire who wipe out some of the biggest and baddest professional criminal masterminds the NYPD would cut off its right arm to take down.
So Violet and Daisy want to go to a concert for some Lady Gaga-esque musical freak named Barbie Sunday. They first have to stop by the home of “Michael” (James Gandolfini) and, well, kill him. When they find him, it turns out he wants to die. He’s ridden with terminal cancer and wants just to be put out of his misery. The girls suddenly can’t pull the trigger with ease. What’s a teenage assassin to do?
The film is, if nothing else, novel, at least in terms of its set up. But then it conforms to so many standard movie clichés that you leave feeling it could have been so much more. You’d exect as much from director Geoffrey Fletcher, who wrote the hard-hitting Precious. He plays it much too safe this time, and ends up telling us nothing we didn’t already know.