There are no Mexican gangs or drug cartels where people get murdered, apparently. And if there are you certainly shouldn’t depict it in a film.
Here’s the trailer-
Here are some excerpts of the unintentionally hilarious reviews-
-Yet Garner is saddled with a director who doesn’t know how to stage a fight (let alone a minute of genuine emotion), and bad-hombre villains plucked from the fever dreams of Donald Trump.
-the script’s glaring issues is its tendency to lean heavily on every single offensive stereotype attributed to the Latinx community, and even create some of its own. A jingoistic Trump supporter’s wet dream, this tale is almost impressively racist. It feels like a dusty relic from an era of overt bigotry we’ve tried to leave buried in the past.
-Part of that is the film is drastically tone deaf to the world we live in. Every person Riley, a middle-class white woman, kills on screen is Hispanic except for a corrupt judge. Now, of course, the Mexican cartel is going to be mostly Latino, but in the climate we live in right now it just gets really awkward. One can’t help but conjure up images of a person actually taking the law into their own hands and blowing away the “bad guys,” whoever they think they are. Fifteen years ago maybe that flew, but now, especially in a movie with no other redeeming value, it feels like blatant racism.
-we’ve got a suburban white woman wiping out a bunch of evil (and largely incompetent) Latino men. Even though there are a couple of Latinx people on the side of the angels, and a couple of white baddies in the mix, the conflation of L.A. Latin culture (even piñatas – come on!) with amorality is pretty icky.
– what happens when a hardworking white mother has her daughter “permanently taken” (to use a disgusting parlance of our time) by a group of brown immigrant thugs. A carful of gangbangers (not explicitly stated as MS-13, but they have the “MS” face tattoos), targets the Norths while they’re at a Christmas carnival, killing the father and Carly. The young girl was holding a Peppermint ice cream cone as she was gunned down. The father had chocolate, but I guess no one cares.
-Before long, Peppermint‘s true purpose emerges: to trade on the phobias of audiences inundated with MS-13 panic and “it’s coming for your town next” crime rhetoric,
-Director Pierre Morel’s PEPPERMINT is not only fear-mongering rhetoric at its laziest (a la the latest DEATH WISH), but also a poorly-constructed action film that does no one any favors. Representation (which is reprehensible anti-Latino propaganda when the filmmakers could have easily gone with an unspecified gang instead) is the least of the Pandora’s Box of problems.