When a Las Vegas performer-turned-snitch named Buddy Israel decides to turn state's evidence and testify against the mob, it seems that a whole lot of people would like to make sure he's no longer breathing.
When his mentor is taken captive by a disgraced Arab sheik, a killer-for-hire is forced into action. His mission: kill three members of Britain's elite Special Air Service responsible for the death of his sons.
Hords of insane assassins (2 cute) gather in or near a bar waiting to kill an insignificant FBI pencil pusher at 3AM and collect $3M. He's kept in a safe house/bunker nearby surrounded by FBI agents. Action awaits.
Mei, a young girl whose memory holds a priceless numerical code, finds herself pursued by the Triads, the Russian mob, and corrupt NYC cops. Coming to her aid is an ex-cage fighter whose life was destroyed by the gangsters on Mei's trail.
Late at night, in an unnamed U.S. city, a solitary man sits at a bus stop. A pregnant woman runs by, pursued by a man with a gun. With reluctance, the man at the bus stop rescues her and assists with the baby's delivery, while additional pursuers fire at them, including the gang's particularly nasty leader, an intuitive man named Hertz. Our hero, known only as Smith, determines to save the child and find out why Hertz wants the baby dead. At a local bordello, he tries to employ a lactating hooker to watch the child, but things quickly escalate, and this makeshift family is soon on the run. Heavy metal music calms the baby. Why? A laboratory, gun factory, and presidential campaign all figure in Smith's quest for the child's safe deliverance.Written by
"Baby Oliver" was cast before he was even born. The producers chose a woman who was pregnant with twin boys who would deliver about the time filming began so the baby would genuinely be a newborn baby, as his character is. See more »
In the shootout at Smith's house, the lighting changes dramatically from pitch black outside, to broad daylight. See more »
It's astonishing to see that a movie which is so simple can be misunderstood so often. This is not a violent action movie, it is a nihilistic comedy. Best comment I've read here is entitled "Knowingly Absurd, Self-Consciously Ridiculous". Hits the nail, umm... carrot on the head. That is not only shown in the over-the-top action scenes, but also in the dialogues when Bellucci asks Owen: "Is there anything you don't hate?" or Giamatti's mobile phone always rings when he is - "sorry, I'm just busy" - killing someone. Clive Owen is better than ever, a tired pro, explained so little that we don't even find out his character's real name. Just Smith then. Monica Bellucci is over 40 now and perfectly cast as a prostitute whose best days are over but she still is very... motherly. Wouldn't have worked as well with a younger actress. Paul Giamatti is an excellent opponent, a lunatic who thinks killing everyone is the best solution for finding peace. There shouldn't be too many movies like this, because in the end it's a cynical way of filming, and the art of creating characters with a certain depth shouldn't vanish, but once in a while a ride like this is terrific fun and a guilty pleasure. Extra point for the powerful soundtrack courtesy of Motörhead, AC/DC, the underrated Midnight Movies and more.
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