Gun Shy Movie Review
Some movies you go into with low expectations, like Gun Shy. The movie didn't even scratch the box office when it came out at theaters in February, and it received tepid reviews - it sounded like critics would rather drink antifreeze. So going in with this in mind, I was a little prejudiced before it even started. But even so, there has to be a reason why I turned on the display partway through the movie and found to my dismay that I was only 58 minutes in, so dismayed that I turned it off and ripped it out of my VCR. And so starts my review of Gun Shy...
Liam Neeson, Schindler from Schindler's List somehow ended up as the main character of this film, an undercover DEA Agent on his final case that is turning out to be more difficult than what he first imagined. He's also breaking down mentally, having stomach cramps and visiting a psychiatrist he met on an airplane. Neeson's size and serious stature make him a sort of funny candidate for this quasi-comedy, but the movie ends up exploding in his face. The only thing he can do is look away and run blindly through the smoke, hoping to make something of this backward film.
Gun Shy is written and directed by Eric Blakeney, who for some reason thought his script was good enough to direct. The first couple of minutes, with Neeson lying on a table like a broiled pig about ready to get served for dinner, is disturbing and weird to say the least. Other Agents come in and take charge of the situation, and all Neeson can do is smile strangely as these statues dance off into the darkness and the bad guys take gun shots like they are ballerinas. This right off the bat turned me off the film.
At one point in the film Neeson meets Sandra Bullock, who has a small smart in the film as his love interest; this is also her first movie as a producer. To say the least, she is uninspiring, mainly considering the fact that we get introduced to the film while she is pumping white crap down Neeson's ass. I didn't really understand why there was a love interest in this film - I probably should have watched to the end, but I just couldn't bear it. Some guys were playing Perfect Storm in another room and I'd rather watch the last twenty minutes of that than see another minute of Gun Shy.
Oliver Platt is the main bad guy, and to say the least, he's weird. At one point he is about to chop his ordinary neighbor's hand off with an axe, but when his girlfriend comes by with the paper his mood changes and he lets the man, his pants now soaking wet, walk off. Then Platt asks the man if he could drive him into town. Platt's usually a good actor, picks good characters, and usually has fun characters, but this one is quite the opposite. The bad guy is supposed to be so twisted he's funny, but it just comes out twisted, sick, and a little annoying.
I saw two thirds of Gun Shy and that was more than enough; I was on the verge of puking it was so bad. It's sad to think that this movie made it past the writing stage, but to get it to be created, and collect the likes of Liam Neeson and Sandra Bullock is just incredibly horrible. Everyone involved with this film should be humiliated.
Review by Erik Samdahl unless otherwise indicated.