Brewster seems to be an almost too perfect example of idyllic small-town America, with everyone living in peace and harmony. So when newcomer Whiley Pritcher starts up his own local cable ... See full summary »
To a dumpy motel in an out-of-the-way little town, a mysterious woman, calling herself only Ms. Smith, comes to stay. Not only is she stunningly lovely, but her big black convertible is a ... See full summary »
New York City, the 1930s. A powerful crime family is caught in a lethal crossfire between union organizers and brutal corporate bosses. Against this turbulent backdrop, the family's three ... See full summary »
Two petty if violent criminals kidnap a girl being paid $1m to be a surrogate mother. As the baby is for a gangster the pair's demand for money sees several henchmen and assorted other ruthless characters head after them to Mexico. Bullets rather than talking are always going to settle this one. Written by
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In a scene where Parker jumps into a well to take cover, he lands in a number of glass bottle and cutting his arm. The bottles did have labels which were all approved to be used. When the sponsors saw what was done with the bottles, they asked to have their labels removed because they were not approved as weapons. The filmmakers complied. See more »
When Longabaugh shoots the first Federale with the sniper rifle, the sonic crack of the bullet is heard, and the impact is seen, before the report of the rifle is audible, indicating a range of over 700 yards, far beyond the range of Jeffers' pistol. Yet Jeffers is able to put down effectively accurate suppressive fire at that range. See more »
For the record I'll call myself Mr. Parker. My associate will be Mr. Longbaugh.
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Towards the end of the credits: For Arly Thomsen you speak the truth Arly was the Key Grip for this and many other films. See more »
Does one usually go into an action film starring Ryan Phillipe expecting to think, expecting to be challenged. I did not, in this case. And so, as I found myself confronted by this extraordinarily cool contemporary crime/western, I was shocked. This has all the makings of a generic film. The philosophical/amoral central team... could've been Pulp Fiction redux. The wise older criminal sharing his wisdom with those below him... If I really went into all the elements of this movie that could've been handled as shameless rip offs of other films, that list alone would take me over 1,000 words.
The brilliance of this film is that MacQuarrie, impressively directing for the first time from his own script, takes familiar elements, tired cliches, and breaths new, inventive life into them. This is a neat hat trick, and not an easy one. Godard did it with HIS first film, Breathless. Tarantino did it with Pulp Fiction. And MacQuarrie does it here. Note that the aforementioned instance is the only place where you will hear a mention of Tarantino similarities in this review. Those who would criticize Way of the Gun as being derivative of Taranton's film are missing the point and not really watching the film.
This film reflects an utter familiarity with the conventions of CINEMA. Of the things that go into a great film. Knowing those thigns so well, as Godard did, allows MacQuarrie to become freed enough to work with them, change them, and make them become something knew. It is quite an achievement, and this is quite an awesome film.
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