Blunt Force Trauma

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This one could have been something like Bloodsport (starring JCVD) or Salute of the Jugger (also know as The Blood of Heroes, starring Rutger Hauer) but with guns. Sadly, we get instead way too much (boring) talking, chattering, then some more talking, and, sadly too, not enough gunfights and action. The actors are not to blame, they do solid, also the production is solid for a movie on a B-movie budget, but the story is rather confused, taking away that great premise/idea and focusing on whatever the writer got in mind to achieve (I'm not sure what it was). So Blunt Force Trauma does not reach the great heavens of cheesy and entertaining action B-movie flicks but falls into the terrible pit of the almost-good ones that are to be forgotten but by a few lost souls.

Ultimately unfulfilling, long winded movie that fails to satisfy on any level. The two leads are effective, but the plot(such as it is) is plodding. Things deteoriate even further by the time mickey rourke turns up shortly before the end. Rourkes botched surgery is so ghastly it detracts from what little impact the weak ending might have had. Not recommended.

What a sh@t ending. Waste of time watching. Pointless, waste of my evening, why did I bother. Review, pointless waste of time, wish I had not bothered, rather of watched my paint drying. How can I fill this with 150 characters when it's not worth it. Wish I had not bothered, waste of my evening.

If you are into dark introspection, this film is for you. I found it sufficiently entertaining to watch to the end, but that may have been a random mood swing. The attempts to critique American gun violence fell mostly flat, but the flick's central "game" bears a lot of resemblance to the insanity of urban gang-banging, which might have provided the missing action. The interaction between John and Colt was interesting enough, but not quite compelling. Luckily, each gunfight had a different "start signal," or I might have given up-that was the films lone achievement in creativity.

If you are looking for action, just forget it. There isn't any. Most of the film is uninteresting chatter. It is very slow paced and terribly boring film. My recommendation: Skip it. My vote: 1/10.

Blunt Force Trauma is about an underground betting ring where two guys wear bulletproof vests and take turns shooting each other out of a circle. It's unique, it's inherently cinematic and each duel is a highlight. The story surrounding it however, predictably though, is very flat and centres around characters with very little dimension to them. The film has plenty of style and there are some really neat dress styles in this. The characters look way cooler than they talk or act. This is due to very basic dialogue and performances that are way too toned down to the point of mumblecore. Blunt force Trauma does not have a lot going for it apart from its central premise, but man what a central premise. It is so good, it just about carries a film that is otherwise poorly acted, looks cheap as hell and lacks any real engaging characters. Despite all the negatives, i feel this deserves a sequel. Hell, i'd watch it.

If you get bruises, it means you felt something. For the longest times in this, it feels like ... nothing. While our main character struggles to explain what can not be explained, we get a second story line with the gorgeous and talented Freida Pinto. The ensuing love story is not the most believable you'll have seen. But it serves its purpose (killing time and establishing another character besides our main man). Unfortunately not many things work in its favor here. The ending (which seems blurred, but I guess if you look closely enough you might be able to see something and if you still care have an opinion about it) will split the opinion many viewers will have. Rightfully so I think. Watch it if you don't expect much ...

This was an entertaining tale about underworld gun-dueling in South America but by the time Mickey Rourke showed up, I'd already forgotten that he was even supposed to be in the film. The film starts abruptly and ends abruptly but I suspect that was all intentional. If you're not invested in one or more of the characters and their stories you could easily get lost in the narrative or get disinterested altogether. That said it was a decent watch, slow-paced at times but well worth the time spent on it. The beautiful Freida Pinto held her own as the leading lady and Ryan Kwanten was effective (though looked somewhat bored) in his role as her leading man. Blink and you'll miss two hot dirty cops get their ultimate comeuppance in the very entertaining first quarter of the film.

Dishy manflesh, Ryan Kwanten, stars alongside the deliciously fiesty, Freida Pinto, and a, er, not quite so aesthetic, Mickey Rourke, playing modern-day outlaw duelists, in director, Ken Sanzel's quirky, boisterously doolally, gun-crazy, refried, post-modern western. The South America-set, 'Blunt Force Trauma' is one zesty, lean n' mean gun show, which at its very best is a giddy, hyper-real mash-up of Ridley Scott's 'Duelists' channeling the Sex Pistols after imbibing one, or ten Mescals too many! This truly is one of the wackiest, blissfully unconventional iterations of a freak-beard actioner I have had the pleasure of viewing recently, and while far from perfect, to be fair, 'Blunt Force Trauma's' absurd premise did occasionally thwart one's ability to suspend disbelief, but when it worked, hot damn it worked!!! and it certainly made for one righteously rollicking, gung-ho, road-burning, sexy, six-shooting rodeo! Especially credible are the gunpowder-gutsy performances of our delectable, gun-crossed lovers, and I definitely got some super-heavy, geek lord-pleasing, Alex Cox vibes from this bullet-batso, Burrito-spicy B-movie, so if you favour a decidedly off-beat, artisan approach to your 'taciturn outlaw dude meets his equally ballistic, gun-toting beau, while bloodily dueling their way to Mickey Rourke's picturesque hillside hideaway for an existential show down' gun-fest, then this bullet-bruised, Teflon vest-shredding, serial-squinting spectacle might just hit the blood-red bull's-eye! And FYI, said trauma is NOT the deleterious effect, acting maestro, Mickey Rourke's fright-wig has upon the audience's sensibilities! Hey! Don't get me wrong, I love the goofy acting genius, and he'll always be the 'Motorcycle Boy' to me, but come on, big guy, lose the sketchy syrup, as yonder, 'Elton John meets Spider Baby fright-mare rug' 'aint a good look for a dude!