Shoot 'Em Up


3/4

Starring: Clive Owen, Paul Giamatti, Monica Bellucci

Rated R for Pervasive Strong Bloody Violence, Sexuality and Language

With “Shoot ‘Em Up,” writer/director Michael Davis gives new meaning to the term “over-the-top.”  Bullets fly more or less constantly, bad guys die by the truckload, and for the most part, the lone hero escapes from every firefight without so much as a scratch.

In the beginning, there was nothing…haha.  No, I’m not that pretentious, and neither is this film.  It’s really a $39 million dollar novelty item; an R-rated Looney Tunes cartoon with more carnage than all of Arnold Schwarzenegger’s movies put together.

When the film starts, a man whom we later know as Mr. Smith (Owen) is sitting on a park bench minding his own business when he sees a woman in labor running down the sidewalk.  Chasing after her is a nasty guy with a gun.  Now Smith, being the Good Samaritan that he is, offs the bad guy, but it turns out that he’s not the only one who’s after this poor woman.  A bunch of guys, led by a nasty little man named Mr. Hertz (Giamatti), barge in and start shooting up the place.  The woman gives birth but dies soon after, and now Smith is left with the kid.  So he, a lactating hooker named Donna Quintano (Bellucci) and the baby are off to solve the mystery of what kind of a sadist wants this newborn infant dead as a doornail.

Smith, as played by Clive Owen, is like James Bond on steroids, and the walking definition of a badass.  The things this guy does while firing a gun must be seen to be believed.  Owen pulls off a number of great one-liners in a suitably deadpan manner, but admittedly, this isn’t a role that requires much range.  Paul Giamatti is clearly enjoying himself as the over-the-top villain; you can see the veins starting to pulse in his forehead five minutes into the movie, and his anger only escalates.  It should be noted that not only is Giamatti equally skilled at shooting off one-liners, but he has the best line in the film (it’s about, of all things, gun control).  The only one who doesn’t work is Monica Bellucci.  The husky-voiced French femme fatale is a good actress, but she’s miscast (even though she’s once again playing a hooker, although Donna Quintano is a lot less kinky than Sylvia from “Brotherhood of the Wolf”).

Michael Davis clearly has an affection for the action genre.  Not only does he create a legitimate adrenaline cocktail, but he lampoons it at every turn.  This is like John Woo on hyperdrive.  He also inserts some very clever comedy in the film (the scene with the factory sign is especially clever).  Sure, the story doesn’t always make a lot of sense, but that’s not what why we watched this movie.  It’s for action, action, and more action.  Davis knows this, and he delivers.

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