Like him or not few discount Tarantino's influence on contemporary cinema. Catch .44 takes it to Xerox levels. Most elements of this film were lifted wholesale from his later work: attractive, hip and smart young women stuck beneath their true potential in a man's world, heist gone wrong, staccato time lines interleaved with flashbacks, double crosses, comic book fonts and groovy pop music, roadside diners serving 'clever' banter and gun play with a side of monologues. And on and on.
The craft and pacing of the originals is unfortunately MIA. The plot is poorly stitched together, contradictory and incredulous. The characters are mostly annoying clichés. Willis looks fresh from an all-night bender and Whitaker affects one of the most stilted accents in film history. Both are completely wasted.
Catch .44 is the Tijuana Rolex of Tarantino films. Best avoided.
The craft and pacing of the originals is unfortunately MIA. The plot is poorly stitched together, contradictory and incredulous. The characters are mostly annoying clichés. Willis looks fresh from an all-night bender and Whitaker affects one of the most stilted accents in film history. Both are completely wasted.
Catch .44 is the Tijuana Rolex of Tarantino films. Best avoided.