The writer/director of Shoot 'Em Up (2007) didn't just push the envelope with this gun-crazy, comic-like tale, he set it ablaze with the heated barrel of a loaded 9mm.
Screenwriter and director Michael Davis should be institutionalized for this insanely violent flick. Who the hell imagines not just one, but two ways you can kill someone with a carrot?! (And I am convinced he has thought of many others but didn't have time to fit them in.) Word is that he had to hold on to the movie idea for several years as it was originally slated to come out right after the Columbine shootings. Good thinking.
Still, it is a cellular massacre of unimaginable proportions. It makes Reservoir Dogs look like a Disney picture. And don't forget the (plastic) newborn that spends 90 minutes getting shot at...
So why did I watch it? Don't be stupid. Clive Owen. And it a gruesomely sick way, it was a fun ride. Specifically, the sex scene shoot-out where he kills scores of bad guys while very much enjoying mobile fornication with a hooker-with-a-heart-of-gold-and-double-D-implants.
I believe this is the film Clive referred to where he said that some of his sex scenes weren't exactly suitable for viewing by his wife. I can see that. Jesus H. Christ would be rolling over in his grave if he hadn't risen from it.
Which reminds me--thank you, God, for creating Clive Owen.
Mr Smith: "Eat your vegetables."
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