The line “directed by Oliver Stone” sure doesn’t have the same ring to it anymore, does it? His latest project, an adaptation of a Don Winslow novel, is far removed from the politically charged arena of JFK, Platoon and Born on the Fourth of July. Even if Stone attempts to inject his regular filmmaking chutzpah into this tale of young and wealthy pot growers facing off against a powerful drug cartel, it nevertheless lacks any of the zest that was once came so effortlessly. Savages – all 131 minutes of it – appears tiresomely like a filmmaker whose eagerness to excite comes off as little more than overcompensation for a screenplay that’s as dog-eared as a well-read text with its characters and scenarios appearing to be little more than retreads. One can almost see the edits written in bold red marker it’s so choppy and scattershot, with a third act that will surely raise a sceptical eyebrow of even audiences who, until that point, had been enjoying the ride.