Shoot 'Em Up
Ok, my gentle snowflakes, let me tell you a story. It's a story about a film that is so hilariously over the time, so perfectly unabashed in it's exploitation and humorous homages, so great in it's execution of satire and surrealistic extension of cliches, and so damn entertaining and simple that the entire purpose of the film is expressed in it's two and a contracted-word title: Shoot 'Em Up.
Let me just ask some questions to get across it's greatness.
Would you want to see a movie with a body count of 100?
Would you want to see a movie where a man is impaled through the back of the throat with a carrot?
Would you want to see a movie where a man is stabbed in the eye with a carrot?
Would you want to see a movie where a carrot is used to fire a gun?
Would you want to see a movie that has a woman giving birth in the middle of a shoot out?
Would you want to see a movie that has a merry-go-round with a baby on it being turned by shooting at the rails?
Would you want to see a movie with Clive Owen?
Would you want to see a movie with Monica Bellucci?
Would you want to see a movie where Monica Bellucci and Clive Owen have sex during a shoot out?
Would you want to see a movie where bullets are fired by shoving your hand into a fire with them in between your fingers?
Would you want to see a movie with a mid-air parachute using gun battle, and ensuing helicopter chopping-ness of body parts?
Would you want to see a movie with no real plot other than to cram as much damn enjoyable and sarcastically based, gently mocking humor and action into it as possible?
Answers yes to any and all of the previous questions results in the immediate desire to go see Shoot 'Em Up. Just know it's meant to be seen as gloriously over the top on purpose, and go with it. Pure entertainment, but very enjoyable. As a topping, Clive Owen, even in a roll like this, is just great all around.
