Shoot ‘Em Up does something I never thought possible–obliterate Charles Bronson’s Death Wish body count in ninety tight minutes.
Normally I find something inspirational, observational, or whimsical about the films that I watch. However, there are certain types of films that lack plot, character development, storyline, morals, etc. I put these films in the Triple-B category (Blood, Breasts, and Believability) and rate accordingly.
Blood: Let’s just say Clive Owen kills more agents with carrots than James Bond does with his Walther PPK. Example:
Bodies fly quickly. Speed death, if you will. A for dynamics, C for contemplation.
Breasts: Monica Bellucci. There should be rules against that kind of hotness. Perfection.
Believability: Let’s just say the Mythbusters crew would blast through…well, ALL of these stunts. So I’m going to go out on a limb and say it’s not believable at all. Which is just the way I like my action movies. All adrenaline and balls baby.
