Director Jonathan Watson's super-violent Arizona is a well-done, but chilly and essentially unlovable black comedy with one tiny spark of warmth -- Rosemarie DeWitt's performance as Cassie, a real estate broker who finds herself underwater financially after the 2006 housing market collapses. She's a witness when Sonny (Danny McBride), another bankrupted homeowner, murders her horrible boss Gary (Seth Rogen).
In his haste to flee the scene, Sonny, a psychopathic knucklehead, knocks out Cassie and takes her to his house, a McMansion lost in a suburban Arizona wasteland of empty foreclosures. Watson cultivates a sense of isolation and dread as dimwit Sonny vacillates between murdering Cassie and forcing a promise that she won't report him.
Screenwriter Luke Del Tredici's best move is using the housing crash as a setting, and he peoples it with broad comedic stereotypes. The flatter the character, the more they're like a paper target at a shooting range. As the kidnapping escalates to a series of brutal killings, Sonny murders his shrewish ex-wife (Kaitlin Olson), a hard-nosed cop (David Alan Grier), Cassie's hapless ex (Luke Wilson), a redneck subdivision guard, and he even blows out the brains of a cute, heroic Rottweiler as a visual gag. Life is meaningless. Fuck you, Jack.