Guns, guns, guns!
BQB here with a review of the two hour long gun fight movie, “Free Fire.”
I’m going to say this straight out of the gate. This movie features a concept that is great in theory but fails in execution. In this day and age of non-stop sequels and reboots, it was nice to see an original idea on screen, i.e., what would a feature length gun fight battle sequence look like?
The problem is none of the characters are particularly likable. For me, I wasn’t really left caring enough about any of them to worry whether or not any of them buy the farm. Brie Larsen’s character was the only one I rooted for but even then it was only because I wanted to bone her.
In the 1970s, an excessively large ensemble cast meets in a Boston warehouse to perform a gun deal. I’m not an underworld gun salesman but the amount of people involved in this gun buy seems to be at least ten people too many. It feels like the Hollywood suits just had a lot of actors they liked so they squashed them together and gave them superfluous, unlikely rolls in this transaction.
For example, Brie and Armie Hammer are brokers of some kind who are just there to make introductions. Sharlto Copley plays the South African gun runner while Cillian Murphy plays the IRA buyer.
Meanwhile, there’s a vast assortment of henchmen, drivers, lackeys, and so on. The film begins with everyone saying a lot of superfluous things designed only to be stylish for style’s sake.
After the blah, blah, blah, a petty dispute between two henchmen leads to a gun battle that just gets worse and worse, at times comically so though I don’t think comedy is the film’s intention. Once the initial shots are fired, there are accidental shootings that cause anger among the parties, adding fuel to the fire and causing battle lines to be drawn. Literally at no time does anyone exercise some brain power and just says like, “Hey! This was just an accident. Let’s all calm down!”
For most of the film, the actors are flat on their backs, hiding for cover, nursing gun shot wounds, limping along the floor on their elbows when they need to move, either whispering to allies or shouting at enemies.
At first, it’s interesting but after awhile it becomes hard to keep track of who wants to shoot who and why.
STATUS: Shelf-worthy. Plus points for originality. Minus points for execution. All the characters were lame cookie cutter criminal lowlife dicks and when you don’t care if they croak it’s hard to root for anyone to win the gun battle royale.
Just root for Brie. Because she gives me tingly feelings in my pants.nnn