Review: Free Fire (Ben Wheatley, 2016)

Jean-Luc Godard once said that all you need to make a movie is a gun and a girl. What he may have meant is that all you need to make a movie are several guns, a girl, and nine largely incompetent guys. And that, for all intents and purposes, is Ben Wheatley’s Free Fire.

You could superficially read Free Fire as a riff on the formula of Reservoir Dogs, given its single-location setting in an abandoned building formerly used for manufacturing, where the personalities on display are as loud as the gunfire that disrupts the hardly calm proceedings – one specific moment in the final act even recalls Tarantino’s film fairly explicitly. But Wheatley’s cinematic ancestry stretches back further and is far richer, both tonally and in terms of craft, than that description; this is hardly among the ilk of Very Bad Things to Do for 2 Days in Denver When You’re a Dead Boondock Saint

Full review for The Skinny


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