I'm a huge fan of Ben Wheatley, so was obviously well up for latest effort.
Sharlto Copley - Vernon
Brie Larson - Justine
Armie Hammer - Ord
Cillian Murphy - Chris
Babou Ceesay - Martin
Jack Reynor - Harry
Sam Riley - Stevo
In 1978, arms deal taking place inside a derelict warehouse goes awry.
Buyers:
Frank, Stevo, Chris and Bernie.
Sellers:
Vernon, Harry, Martin and Gordon.
You've also got 'bird' Justine and representative Ord.
After merch and dosh are exchanged, shit hits the fan when Harry shoots Stevo for putting his cousin in hospital after refusing to get a bit friendly with junkie.
Mass mayhem ensues, with respective trigger fingers getting extremely itchy.
During which, two men hired to steal the money take aim, but are ultimately killed before employer can be revealed.
When sent to call for back up by Chris, Frank is killed by his own explosive trap meant for Vernon.
Before dying from multiple wounds, Martin reveals he hired two geezers (Howie and Jimmy), to double cross Vernon and split the cash.
Unlucky pal.
Chris manages to make it upstairs and kills Vernon, but Ord selfishly cuts brief telephone conversation short.
Harry attempts to flee in his van but Stevo isn't having any of it. They kill each other in a bizarre Mexican standoff, as although tyres crush Stevo's head like a melon, bullet fired just before murder is enough to cook Harry's goose.
Ord and Chris agree to call a truce, take the money and chill out until the fuzz turns up.
Justine has other ideas.
She blows Ord away and 'accidentally' shoots Chris, who eventually succumbs to over indulgence of lead poisoning.
As escape is made, flashing lights and sirens wail, and fate of briefcase bitch is left ambiguous.
Good fun
Okay, first things last.
Before the bandwagon of Reservoir Dogs is jumped upon, let's not forget Tarantino's famous debut copied so much from Ringo Lam's City on Fire.
Yeah, I just had to get that in there.
Thanks to Wheatley's intricate direction of fickle betrayal, isolated situation remains absorbing.
How things pan out during modest running time is cartoonish and dragged out, but at the same time - really fucking clever.
Sharlto Copley steals the show, but quality of support pours like wine on a hot summer's day.
However, some characters are just here for the sake it.
Accomplished script is frustrating, as profanity contains few laughs.
Ears pricked up when Harry says "Suck on this!" to Stevo.
Taxi Driver?
This isn't a classic by any means, but nevertheless, entertaining.
Sharlto Copley - Vernon
Brie Larson - Justine
Armie Hammer - Ord
Cillian Murphy - Chris
Babou Ceesay - Martin
Jack Reynor - Harry
Sam Riley - Stevo
In 1978, arms deal taking place inside a derelict warehouse goes awry.
Buyers:
Frank, Stevo, Chris and Bernie.
Sellers:
Vernon, Harry, Martin and Gordon.
You've also got 'bird' Justine and representative Ord.
After merch and dosh are exchanged, shit hits the fan when Harry shoots Stevo for putting his cousin in hospital after refusing to get a bit friendly with junkie.
Mass mayhem ensues, with respective trigger fingers getting extremely itchy.
During which, two men hired to steal the money take aim, but are ultimately killed before employer can be revealed.
When sent to call for back up by Chris, Frank is killed by his own explosive trap meant for Vernon.
Before dying from multiple wounds, Martin reveals he hired two geezers (Howie and Jimmy), to double cross Vernon and split the cash.
Unlucky pal.
Chris manages to make it upstairs and kills Vernon, but Ord selfishly cuts brief telephone conversation short.
Harry attempts to flee in his van but Stevo isn't having any of it. They kill each other in a bizarre Mexican standoff, as although tyres crush Stevo's head like a melon, bullet fired just before murder is enough to cook Harry's goose.
Ord and Chris agree to call a truce, take the money and chill out until the fuzz turns up.
Justine has other ideas.
She blows Ord away and 'accidentally' shoots Chris, who eventually succumbs to over indulgence of lead poisoning.
As escape is made, flashing lights and sirens wail, and fate of briefcase bitch is left ambiguous.
Good fun
Okay, first things last.
Before the bandwagon of Reservoir Dogs is jumped upon, let's not forget Tarantino's famous debut copied so much from Ringo Lam's City on Fire.
Yeah, I just had to get that in there.
Thanks to Wheatley's intricate direction of fickle betrayal, isolated situation remains absorbing.
How things pan out during modest running time is cartoonish and dragged out, but at the same time - really fucking clever.
Sharlto Copley steals the show, but quality of support pours like wine on a hot summer's day.
However, some characters are just here for the sake it.
Ears pricked up when Harry says "Suck on this!" to Stevo.
Taxi Driver?
This isn't a classic by any means, but nevertheless, entertaining.
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