9 September 2016

VARIETY’S FREE FIRE REVIEW

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Toronto Film Review: Brie Larson in ‘Free Fire’

     

'Free Fire' Review: Ben Wheatley Stages

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British director Ben Wheatley assembles an eccentric cast in this down-and-dirty action movie, centered on an arms deal gone bad.

Twelve angry men and one tough “bird” walk into a dilapidated Boston warehouse and proceed to blast the building and one another to bits in “Free Fire,” a dizzyingly choreographed — and unexpectedly comedic — shoot-’em-up in which the body count hits double digits, while the bullet count proves downright impossible to fathom. A virtuoso feat of indiscriminate gunplay from director Ben Wheatley — who is, without a doubt, the most exciting thing to hit British genre cinema since Guy Ritchie, minus the latter’s eagerness to sell out — this almost cartoonishly over-the-top action movie crosses the irreverent cheekiness of Quentin Tarantino’s “Reservoir Dogs” with the ruthless spirit of 1970s B-movies, in which audiences hoped for a few minutes of what “Free Fire” sustains for the better part of 90 minutes.

Coming off her equally claustrophobic “Room,” Brie Larson plays the only lady in a group of guys whose guns serve as all-too-obvious extensions of their easily bruised egos. With poncy negotiator Ord (a bearded Armie Hammer) serving as middleman, the group is pretty evenly split: In one corner, there’s the contingent who want the weapons, including Irish Republican Army operative Chris (Cillian Murphy), shaggy team captain Frank (Wheatley regular Michael Smiley), lovely accomplice Justine (Larson), and hired-muscle stooges Bernie (Enzo Cilenti) and Stevo (Sam Riley). In the other stand their gun-running counterparts, represented by wheeler-dealer Vernon (weaselly South African actor Sharlto Copley, best known for “District 9”), Afro-sporting associate Martin (Babou Ceesay), duck-and-cover Gordon (Noah Taylor), and hothead Harry (an unrecognizable Jack Reynor).

With 30 assault rifles changing hands between them and additional concealed weapons on nearly everybody’s person, the well-lit space is essentially a Mexican standoff waiting to happen, and Wheatley and co-writer/wife Amy Jump make sure that the tension is palpable. First, Murphy’s character balks about the kind of guns he’s buying; then we learn that Harry was the one who clocked black-eyed Stevo the night before. Soon enough, something’s going to set these clowns off — though Wheatley manages to extend the suspense for nearly half an hour before the first antagonistic shot is fired. The bullet hits Stevo square in the chest, and he collapses to the ground in slow motion, giving everyone else in the room (and the theater) time to process what’s happening. From here on, it’s a free-for-all as everyone dives for cover, doing their best to pick off one another before getting shot themselves.With the exception of a gruesome head wound that leaves one character’s brains exposed (with a direct impact on his subsequent behavior), none of the injuries seem all that serious. In fact, Wheatley plays “Free Fire” as much for comedy as suspense, inviting us to laugh as bullets tear into the shoulder pads and sleeves of these tackily clad 1970s characters’ polyester suits. One gets the sense that he doesn’t want to kill anyone off too quickly, since it’s clearly more fun to torment them with multiple flesh wounds over the course of the movie’s epic firefight.

Editing all of this three-dimensional pandemonium must have posed an extreme logistical challenge, especially considering the sheer number of characters involved, and there are more than a few times when it’s tough to discern who’s shooting at whom or why — though the mere fact that bullets are flying keeps the characters on their toes, and audiences hunkered down as well, lest a stray ricochet pick them off in their seats. While not nearly as bloody as Sam Peckinpah’s “The Wild Bunch” finale, “Free Fire” achieves and sustains its sense of carefully orchestrated chaos for nearly a full hour (augmented by aural wizard Martin Pavey’s intricate sound design, as well as the appearance of two freelance snipers, invited to the party by a culprit whose identity remains hidden for as long as possible).

Wheatley has multiple reasons for setting the movie in the 1970s — the decade that gave us such hot-box shootouts as “Assault on Precinct 13” and “The Taking of Pelham One Two Three” — which not only justifies an outrageous wardrobe of wide-collared shirts and equally cringe-worthy leisure suits, but ensures that no one can whip out his cell phone and call for help. Instead, he situates the warehouse’s lone phone in an upstairs office, which elevates any attempt to get backup into a near-impossible suicide run. Among the various motives at play, one segment of the shooters wants the briefcase of cash for themselves, another simply hopes to get out of the situation alive, while the most dangerous sees the general state of bedlam as the cover they need to settle personal scores. Neither Harry nor Stevo will rest until the other is dead, for example, and the gory resolution of their dispute sparks cheers from audiences who judge each “kill” in terms of its macabre creativity.

Toronto Film Review: Brie Larson in ‘Free Fire’

Reviewed at Toronto Film Festival (Midnight Madness), Sept. 9, 2016. Running time: 91 MIN.

Production

An A24 release of a Film4, BFI presentation, of a Rook Films production. Producer: Andy Starke. Executive producers: Martin Scorsese, Emma TIllinger Koskoff, Reno Antoniades, David Kosse, Sam Lavender, Ben Roberts, Lizzie Francke, Danny Perkins, Dan MacRae.

Crew

Director: Ben Wheatley. Screenplay, editors: Amy Jump, Wheatley. Camera (color, widescreen): Laurie Rose.

With

Sharlto Copley, Armie Hammer, Brie Larson, Cillian Murphy, Jack Reynor, Babou Ceesay, Enzo Cilenti, Sam Riley, Michael Smiley, Noah Taylor, Tom Davis, Mark Monero, Patrick Bergin.

Source: http://variety.com/2016/film/reviews/free-fire-review-ben-wheatley-1201855662/


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