“The Way of the Gun”
A new entrant in the scuzzbags - with - guns genre limps onto the screen in a disappointing directorial debut from the writer of "The Usual Suspects."
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You don’t go into a movie called “The Way of the Gun” and come out surprised that there are a lot of gunfights in it. That the get-rich-quick scheme hatched in the first few minutes will take several wrong turns is rarely a revelation. And it doesn’t matter much that the plot is yet another scuzzbags-with-guns road story — hell, that’s the best kind of road story there is.
That’s not the problem with “The Way of the Gun.” It goes wrong in its awkward attempts to put an irreverent twist on the genre. The directorial debut of the writer of “The Usual Suspects” keeps tossing the genre hand grenades one might expect, but they all wind up duds.
Parker (Ryan Phillippe) and Longbaugh (Benicio Del Toro) are your average small-time hoods with bad attitudes, limited skills and possible sociopathic tendencies. We glean all of this from the film’s prologue, in which the two engage in a street tussle. They slug a pair of loudmouthed women and end up getting their butts kicked by an angry mob.
Our antiheroes are then off on the wide open road, two carefree magnets for violence, looking for the fortune they inexplicably believe the world owes them. When they fortuitously hear about a well-heeled couple and their highly paid surrogate mother, the actors’ faces convey that familiar cinematic light-bulb-over-the-head moment, and they set about to kidnap the baby incubator and fetch themselves a tidy bundle. And that, of course, is when things start to get complicated.
The joke here is that Robin (Juliette Lewis), the eight-months-pregnant woman they’ve abducted, is in the employ of a shady millionaire with several heavily armed bodyguards and a steely-eyed bagman (James Caan), all of whom have unique agendas. Just take the familiar woman-in-jeopardy motif and ratchet it up a bit with an unborn baby, throw in a lot of flying bullets and you should have yourself quite the suspenseful caper.
That is, unless things then unfold with all the nagging familiarity of an attack of dij` vu. Tensions escalate, shots are fired, cars are chased and a bulbous woman waddles around grunting and clutching her belly.
Director Christopher McQuarrie, who also wrote the script, is an unlikely candidate to make such a disappointing film. His clever if overrated “Usual Suspects” wasn’t afraid to be complicated, weird and smart, plugging every bullet hole neatly with a motive and a means. Here, he flees in the opposite direction — leaving so many question marks there’s actually a character called the Question Mark.
Mary Elizabeth Williams is a staff writer for Salon and the author of "Gimme Shelter: My Three Years Searching for the American Dream." Follow her on Twitter: @embeedub. More Mary Elizabeth Williams.




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