The Way Of The Gun Review

Way Of The Gun, The
Drifter crooks ‘Parker’ and ‘Longbaugh’ kidnap the heavily-pregnant Robin, who is acting as surrogate mother for a wealthy couple involved in organised crime. Bagman Joe Sarno, who has a personal stake in the affair, tracks down the miscreants to a brothe

by William Thomas |
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Release Date:

17 Nov 2000

Running Time:

119 minutes

Certificate:

18

Original Title:

Way Of The Gun, The

With Bryan Singer abandoning quirky crime roots for a Stephen King adaptation (1997’s Apt Pupil) and a summer blockbuster (X-Men), Christopher McQuarrie - writer of Singer’s **Public Access (1993) ** and **The Usual Suspects (1995) ** - steps up to direct and delivers a first feature in the style of early Singer.

A playful but violent caper picture, The Way Of The Gun is informed by cult movie history: characters are named after Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid (born Robert Parker and Harry Longbaugh), and exploitation auteur Joe Sarno - a filmmaker known only to people who consider Russ Meyer too mainstream for their taste, while veteran hardmen Scott Wilson, James Caan and Geoffrey Lewis (real-life father of Juliette) are given moments of snarling, minimalist class alongside flavour-of-the-month action guys like Phillippe, Del Toro and Diggs.

As it trails its bullet- and blood-spattered way south of the border, there are echoes of the Sam Peckinpah of **The Getaway (1972) ** and, most notably, **Bring Me The Head of Alfredo Garcia (1974) **, but the referencing and echoing is so elaborate that it’s hard to see an actual film inside all the homages.

Like The Usual Suspects, The Way Of The Gun is narrated, with ‘Parker’ (Phillippe) explaining how he and pal ‘Longbaugh’ (Del Toro) got into an unplanned kidnapping, as a large cast of venal, violent supporting characters plot and scheme against each other to come out of the bloodbath with whatever they want most, be it a healthy baby or $15 million. A strength of Suspects is that for all its straggling, it had a focus that this notably lacks - of course, the former’s plot was being made up as it went along, an excuse for not making 100 per cent sense that is unavailable to this sloppier piece. And Phillippe, in an ill-advised attempted beard, is not within hailing distance of Kevin Spacey as a story salesman.

It wanders all over the landscape with some funny scenes and very loud bullet noises, but peters out rather than comes together, losing you well before the final shoot-out.
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