'Em Up (2007)
I think Clive Owen and
Paul Giamatti joined this project thinking they were going to have
themselves a good time. And I have no doubt that they had. Michael Davis
is the British writer/director who looks up to Quentin and Guy Ritchie
and desperately wants to outdo them both with this part ironic, part ultra-stupid action
flick. In many ways, there is no doubt that he succeeds. Shoot 'Em Up
is more excessive and perpetual than most of its peer, and for good or
worse, it is absolutely possible to enjoy a fair chunk of it all. Clive
Owen is so relentlessly one-note in the lead that he could have kept
going for another two hours without blinking. Fortunately for us, however, Davis is wise
enough to relieve us after 86 minutes. That is long enough considering
the logical insults and painful one-liners we have to sit through here.
The former I can live with; the latter is a disappointment in this
sub-genre, and is definitely one aspect where Shoot 'Em Up doesn't come close to
emulating anything by Tarantino.