Shoot ‘Em Up (2007, USA)

I just saw the most unpretentious movie, “Shoot ‘Em Up.” It delivers exactly what the title suggests. Lots of shooting. There is a story line, but the real meat is where the action is. I shouldn’t have said meat though as the main character’s signature move is crunching on carrots, for which he is name called by his enemy as a bunny. Also, don’t bother with criticizing how unrealistic the shooting scenes are–meaning the good guys never get shot no matter how many rounds are sent to their direction, while the bad guys are always hit with a single bullet from the good guy–because I and none of the other viewers don’t care. We just enjoy the beauty of the choreography of the scenes.

Flying people, unusual angles, loud weapons, spectacular blood splashing-what else does my testosterone need? Oh yeah, I forgot about Monica Bellucci as a kinky prostitute turned wet-nurse with a heart-wrenching story. (Not my style, but the movie wasn’t created for my taste only.) Again, don’t bother with the expectation of logic when you are asked to believe in the romantic nature of her erotic scene with our hero. This, of course, turns into another killing zone.

The guns were the protagonists of the movie but their handlers, Clive Owen and Paul Giamatti‘s hired guns (pun intended) did a good job filling them with life. Or death if you wish. I was particularly surprised by Giamatti as a forensic behavior consultant turned action figure. It does not fit his usual profile, but he loved the role. There is an explanation in the movie itself why he was chosen for the this role, but I don’t want to quote it, because then my site will be flagged for rude words.

All in all I got the number of dead bodies per minute for which I rented the DVD. If you are into “Shoot ’em up” movies go get it, otherwise look for other more high brow works of all three major actors in this flick.


The DVD @ Amazon.com.

IMDB’s summary: Late at night, in an unnamed U.S. city, a solitary man sits at a bus stop. A pregnant woman runs by, pursued by a man with a gun. With reluctance, the man at the bus stop rescues her and assists with the baby’s delivery, while additional pursuers fire at them, including the gang’s particularly nasty leader, an intuitive man named Hertz. Our hero, known only as Smith, determines to save the child and find out why Hertz wants the baby dead. At a local bordello, he tries to employ a lactating hooker to watch the child, but things quickly escalate, and this makeshift family is soon on the run. Heavy metal music calms the baby. Why? A laboratory, gun factory, and presidential campaign all figure in Smith’s quest for the child’s safe deliverance.

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