A stunningly gorgeous film about deplorably ugly people and their actions. A story about the U.S. Economy through the prism of small time organized crime.
Set against the 2008 U.S. Presidential Election, it's a cynical and bleak vision of the New American Dream. A rousing crowd dis-pleaser that will leave most viewers railing against it, refusing to admit how devastatingly astute it actually is.
Like some wacky amalgamation of Screwball Comedy and Heist flick, peppered with all too short flashes of a John Woo-esque Gun Ballet, LET THE BULLETS FLY moves at a rapid fire clip. Unfortunately, not only does this apply to its action sequences, it's also applied to the narrative and all of its plot twists. Makes for a headache inducing experience.
Cliche-ridden while borrowing heavily from other much better films, this Russian import has Timur Bekmambetov's greasy fingerprints all over it despite only serving as its producer. Meaning its wholly unoriginal, boring despite the amount of generic action sequences thrust upon the audience, and features contrived and thinly written caricatures disguising as actual characters.