The life of a young courageous and smart woman named Justine, who has an ordinary life, till she finds herself involved in the crossfire between two gangs, has been changed completely, when a bargain of weapons gets wrong, the two sides begin to fight, the thing that challenges her and brings terrible for her.
Cornfed curse words fuel a script that doesn't amount to much more than a hateful snatch of Tarantino's set-bound posturing, spiked with a blend of pre-Madonna, semi-intelligible Guy Ritchie oddballs.
Taking the glamour, if not the glee, out of violent big-screen gun battles, Free Fire draws more on slapstick comedies than it does Hollywood shoot 'em ups.
For those who don't mind a little blood & gore and a lot of profanity, Free Fire is a superior alternative to the big-name, bloated action films hogging the largest screens in most multiplexes.
Free Fire is a clever film with snappy writing and decent action choreography. And it's not just a pastiche of Tarantino's work despite the obvious influence.
Armie Hammer has a gift for deadpan humor, and it's put to great use here. Cillian Murphy is the closest thing to a hero (or at least anti-hero we can root for) in the movie. Brie Larson is a gamer.
The good news is, it's definitely fun, and we do care, at least a little, about the characters and the situation ... [but] in its long second act and into its third, it's a very easy movie to tune out of.
Without dialogue that dazzles in juxtaposition to the low-life milieu, what's the function of a film like this? Wheatley, it's clear, hasn't a clue. His experiment misfires, and what's truly minimal is any chance that you'll feel differently.
