Small film. Blah blah, I have talked it through before; you can go Google that. Closed room movies are one type of a small movie, and if everything takes place inside a ruined warehouse during a botched arms deal, that certainly qualifies. But, I think this movie would have benefited from being even smaller, as while I rather enjoyed it, it seemed to want to sprawl further than it's plot allowed, as if the canvas of blood & bullets & crazy characters demanded.
Two sides show up to an arms sale. On one side, you have four members of the IRA, two boobs and their bosses (Cillian Murphy & Michael Smiley). On the other side is Vernon (Sharlto Copley), his partner and their two boobs. I am saying boobs instead of mooks, as these guys are purposely shown as fidgety and ineffectual, and you know they are only written to be catalysts. Each side also has an intermediary, Justine (Brie Larson) and Ord (Armie Hammer). Of course, each side doesn't trust the other, and eventually it leads to bullets flying.
As Tarantino-lite goes, this was a rather fun movie. Once the guns start going off, everyone is crawling and hiding and peeking and shooting. But before that, we got a lot of snappy one liners and quips. Ord (Hammer) is the best at that and outshines the rest, while completely nutty Vern is my fav. Honestly, I would watch Copley do anything; he never disappoints in just being an odd character. The thing about the movie being so light is that nothing really stays. People shoot each other, say funny things and almost everyone dies. It wasn't stylish enough to be a game changer, but palatable enough that I might see Wheatley's next flick.
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