“I’m trying to make order out of chaos, trying to find some way of rationalising the horrific things that people do or the way the world is.” – Chuck Palahniuk
Starting with palpable fizzle and concluding with some delightful bangs, Ben Wheatley’s warehouse shootout flick is an unapologetic exercise in pure genre thrills and nothing more. There’s much fun to be had, thanks to kooky characters and plenty of game actors, quips flying as rapidly as the bullets, but the majority of the film feels like the equivalent of firing a whole clip into the air like Nick Frost’s POINT BREAK imitation in HOT FUZZ: it looks cool but none of the shots hit any target, the entire magazine emptied into nothingness. Wheatley has constructed something that wears its influences on its bloodied and torn sleeves, but where Tarantino understood the value of the buildup to a massacre carrying more storytelling weight than the cacophony of gunfire itself in RESERVOIR DOGS, or even the more recent THE HATEFUL EIGHT, here the firearms come out on quick draw, barely allowing us a chance to establish the circumstances or the environment. Thus, the proceedings quickly blend together for much of the run time, muddled and monotonous before finally settling into some gruesome and darkly comedic late game antics that feel welcome if not a little too late.