Cohen And Tate is a dismal little waste of time and talent. Black comedy? No. Not a bit of humor in this uber-violent dreck. I stumbled upon it on the This TV channel, where the movies are either bad or old, or in this case, both.
I stuck with it because Roy Schieder was in it. He made some good films in his day, and usually brings a lot to the table. In this film, however he shoots his gun a lot, bleeds a lot, and changes a flat tire.
Yes, it is a road movie featuring two sociopathic hit men with a wiseacre kidnapped kid in the back seat. Hilarity ensues? Not. It can be summed up in the catchy tune from Music Man: Drive a little, shoot a little, drive a little, shoot a little; drive, drive, drive, shoot a lot, drive a little more.
If your idea of suspense is seeing a bad guy shot to a bloody pulp, but managing to rise, fully-abled, a few moments later, then you have a treat in store. Both title characters eat a pound of lead and lose a gallon of blood, but keep on coming back like the Energizer Bunny. They take turns at this until one is crushed in a Texas oil field pump and the other puts a bullet into his own neck. Oops, I should have said "spoiler" – except nobody cares in this kind of sick pulp fest.
If you are looking for dark comedy involving two miss-matched psychopaths hired to do a kidnapping that goes all wrong, skip this one and rent Fargo.
I stuck with it because Roy Schieder was in it. He made some good films in his day, and usually brings a lot to the table. In this film, however he shoots his gun a lot, bleeds a lot, and changes a flat tire.
Yes, it is a road movie featuring two sociopathic hit men with a wiseacre kidnapped kid in the back seat. Hilarity ensues? Not. It can be summed up in the catchy tune from Music Man: Drive a little, shoot a little, drive a little, shoot a little; drive, drive, drive, shoot a lot, drive a little more.
If your idea of suspense is seeing a bad guy shot to a bloody pulp, but managing to rise, fully-abled, a few moments later, then you have a treat in store. Both title characters eat a pound of lead and lose a gallon of blood, but keep on coming back like the Energizer Bunny. They take turns at this until one is crushed in a Texas oil field pump and the other puts a bullet into his own neck. Oops, I should have said "spoiler" – except nobody cares in this kind of sick pulp fest.
If you are looking for dark comedy involving two miss-matched psychopaths hired to do a kidnapping that goes all wrong, skip this one and rent Fargo.