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Shoot ’Em Up (review)

Getting Off (on) the Action Movie

When I wrote this review last week, Shoot ’Em Up was “not yet rated” by the MPAA. Possibly that august organization couldn’t decide if this gloriously deranged orgy of Bugs Bunny-style action and nonstop gunplay warranted an NC-17 — cuz honestly, no one of tender and vulnerable mind and soul should be seeing this movie — or merely the hardest R possible, loaded down with all sorts of caveats about riotously sadistic violence, endless and clever vulgarity, and more than a few hints of twisted sexuality.
Oh, it’s all deployed with an embracing of demented glee and the grandest possible aura of self-awareness, and that’s what makes it work so deliciously, if you’re cinematically jaded enough to stomach it. I’ve been saying it all summer: there’s something in the pop culture zeitgeist telling us that the snarky action movie has run its course, that there’s no place further for it to go. First there was the brilliant comedic takedown of the genre with Hot Fuzz, then there was the ultimate live-action cartoon of Transformers, and now there’s Shoot ’Em Up, which is so absurd, which so ridiculously teeters between obnoxiousness and hilarity, that it reaches a pinnacle of movie-movie aggression and testosterone-fueled sound and fury beyond which there is… nothing. Half the tongue-in-cheekness here is a semi-crazed confession and apology: we’re sorry, writer-director Michael Davis seems to say, that we had to be so preposterous, but where else was there to go? And the other half is a challenge to anyone who might dare to top Davis: try and outdo this.

Think Raising Arizona meets “The Hire,” those short films Clive Owen starred in for BMW in 2001 and 2002 (they were the first viral videos on the Web). Then inject unrecommended doses of steroids. “Mr. Smith” (Owen: Children of Men, Inside Man) is basically a bum on the streets of an unnamed, generic city, but he’s conveniently got some mad skillz with projectile weapons that turn out to be quite handy when he comes to the rescue of a pregnant — and about to deliver! — woman from the mess of armed and murderous thugs on her tail. The juxtaposition of tender and belligerent in the opening gambit — a warehouse shootout in which Smith’s grungy badass cradles the newborn babe while delivering a fusillade of bullets and ducking the barrage coming at them — is but the beginning of 93 minutes of crazy and sly mixing up of love and hate, sex and violence, sweet and very, very sour. Cuz now Smith is on the run with the baby, whom the bad guys want dead, and Smith won’t shoot dogs, even vicious hounds on the wrong side of the good guy/bad guy divide, so of course he’s gonna look after a helpless little bundle of cute innocence.

He hooks up with an old pal, hooker DQ (Monica Bellucci: Napoleon and Me, The Brothers Grimm) — and yes, her name does mean what you think it means, which is so sick it’s funny — to help with the wee one while they hunt down the freaks who want to kill the kid. And it all boils down to a head to head between Owen, whose bleak, careless sexiness tumbles off the screen, and Paul Giamatti (Lady in the Water, The Illusionist) as Mr. Hertz, the head villain, who’s a thoroughly repulsive bad guy but as equally sexy, by any measure of screen charisma and talent, as Owen. The movie around them is a big honking brutal jape — don’t misunderstand me: it’s a wryly witty one, for all that it glints with nastiness. But Owen and Giamatti play it as straight and as serious as a heart attack, which becomes part of the joke, too: Smith and Hertz know they’re caricatures, but what choice do they have but to be themselves? Still, you can sense Owen and Giamatti trembling with desire to wink at us, too. Who wouldn’t feel that way, with all the overt jokes about the phallicism of guns and the orgasmic release of shooting them?

“You wanna get off to an action movie?” Shoot ’Em Up seems to ask. “Here ya go,” it answers itself, “and oh, by the way, you’re part of the joke, too — hope you can laugh at yourself.” Enjoy it while it lasts — this could be as good as it gets.

MPAA: rated R for pervasive strong bloody violence, sexuality, and some language

viewed at a private screening with an audience of critics

official site | IMDb
  • Kevin

    What do you make of The Bourne Ultimatum? That was brilliant action filmmaking, and (relatively) realistic, too. I think going in that direction can work, too.

  • Doa766

    from the reviews thi movie sounds like an unofficial remake of “Hard Boiled” the john woo hong kong classic

    even the poster is similar

  • Grim Reality

    This sounds like a lot of fun, but I feel a bit out of touch for not knowing what “DQ” stands for. Anyone care to share?

  • Brad

    Heh, I’m not positive about “DQ” either, but considering she’s lactating (according to another reviewer), I’m going with “Dairy Queen” since that makes a morbid sort of sense. (You may not be familiar with the fast-food chain, but trust me there is one with that name. They are best known for their ice cream concoctions.)

  • MaryAnn

    Yes, it’s “Dairy Queen”…

    What do you make of The Bourne Ultimatum? That was brilliant action filmmaking, and (relatively) realistic, too. I think going in that direction can work, too.

    Yes, it can, and it does with BU. But that also has a feel of “how can this be topped”?

  • undercutter

    meh. it wasn’t that clever, and the action was really repetitive. nothing stands out.

    one thing i don’t understand, is what do women get out of that kind of a movie, or why would a woman like that movie. it’s basically a guy walking around telling his woman what to do and treating her like a stupid hoe (and of course the main female character is a prostitute). i am a guy so that doesn’t really affect me, but i just can’t help but notice the insane misogyny in some of these movies. and women actually like that? weird

    now if it was exactly the same movie but the main character was a woman, that would be something different. as it is it’s a really average generic movies with obvious gags and uninspiring action

  • MaryAnn

    Wow. You’re suggesting that misogyny doesn’t affect men, and also that all women must think alike, and also also that all of the movie needs must be taken as given, as offered seriously, and not as parody?


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