I feel like writing Milla Jovovich a letter demanding the 1 1/4 hours I lasted through this movie refunded to me.
Imagine a director fresh out of film school who loves the movies of Quentin Tarantino and Martin Scorsese, but has no talent himself. Now imagine that he gets it into his head that if he just has the actors scream and curse enough, he will make a masterpiece. Now get him addicted to crystal meth and grain alcohol, and in the final days of his addiction, let him direct a film without the use of a script.
That movie would be 10 times better than ".45", which was just horrible.
The acting was so bad that at first you'll think it's some kind of joke. The script is unbelievably stupid. One of the main characters is such a bad actor that he can't do a passable American accent, so you get this Lower East side Bowery Boys version of an American accent by a Scottish actor who does an American accent so badly that they have to write something in the script explaining that his father divorced his mother and took him away to Scotland, so he grew up with this bad accent. It has no other relationship to anything in the movie except to explain why this American tough-guy has a Scottish brogue coming through his awful American-ese.
Milla should be embarrassed. Maybe after Ultraviolet she decided she wanted to be considered a serious actress, so assumed she needed to play a role where she gets naked and does drugs and her boyfriend beats her up and everybody hollers a lot. Wow, I'm so sad for Milla. Stephen Dorff must have wanted to have the negative burned because even he's sleepwalking through the whole thing.
I'd normally recommend this movie just because you get few shots of Milla mostly naked, but it's not even worth it for that. Shame on anyone who had anything to do with this movie. The only reason it gets two stars is because I save one star for the movies that actually hurt people, like Nazi propaganda or racist films or Passion of the Christ. This is just a hair better than that.
Imagine a director fresh out of film school who loves the movies of Quentin Tarantino and Martin Scorsese, but has no talent himself. Now imagine that he gets it into his head that if he just has the actors scream and curse enough, he will make a masterpiece. Now get him addicted to crystal meth and grain alcohol, and in the final days of his addiction, let him direct a film without the use of a script.
That movie would be 10 times better than ".45", which was just horrible.
The acting was so bad that at first you'll think it's some kind of joke. The script is unbelievably stupid. One of the main characters is such a bad actor that he can't do a passable American accent, so you get this Lower East side Bowery Boys version of an American accent by a Scottish actor who does an American accent so badly that they have to write something in the script explaining that his father divorced his mother and took him away to Scotland, so he grew up with this bad accent. It has no other relationship to anything in the movie except to explain why this American tough-guy has a Scottish brogue coming through his awful American-ese.
Milla should be embarrassed. Maybe after Ultraviolet she decided she wanted to be considered a serious actress, so assumed she needed to play a role where she gets naked and does drugs and her boyfriend beats her up and everybody hollers a lot. Wow, I'm so sad for Milla. Stephen Dorff must have wanted to have the negative burned because even he's sleepwalking through the whole thing.
I'd normally recommend this movie just because you get few shots of Milla mostly naked, but it's not even worth it for that. Shame on anyone who had anything to do with this movie. The only reason it gets two stars is because I save one star for the movies that actually hurt people, like Nazi propaganda or racist films or Passion of the Christ. This is just a hair better than that.