It's a bit like watching a weaker version of Crash, with fewer coincidences.
| Original Score: 2/4
The guns seem to have been shoved in various characters' pockets as afterthought, and Avelino's interlocking stories never click.
[Avelino] shows an almost tender restraint in his story-telling, not pounding us with a message but simply looking steadily at how guns have made these lives difficult.
| Original Score: 3/4
While not a perfect movie by any means -- a few scenes feel forced -- there is plenty to recommend it, even beyond the truly great performances.
It's so well done.
While this is not exactly a hopeful movie, it's a polished exercise in the kind of social commentary that can wake people up.
Handy rule of thumb for first- time filmmakers: No more than one crying scene per film, please. Like any other commodity, tears aren't worth much if they're overstocked.
| Original Score: 1.5/4
While the movie feigns objectivity, it's clear from the start that, for Avelino and co-writer Steven Bagatourian, there's not a scenario imaginable in which having a firearm on hand would be preferable to not having one.
This stridently sorrowful polemic against the proliferation of handguns in the United States consists of three fictional vignettes.
| Original Score: 2/5
Avelino's message about America's gun-happy culture is so foursquare and what-you-see-is-what-you-get that it's possible to walk out of the film wondering if you missed the point.
The acting is pro enough to keep your blood up, but the reverb is minimal.
Skittishly paced and dramatically diffuse, American Gun misfires.
Painfully earnest but dramatically inert.