Tony Scott directs Bruce Willis, Damon Wayans and Taylor Negron in this quintessential Shane Black buddy thriller.

This is how you do an action film. Bruce Willis delivers the kind of lead performance he can’t even be bothered to bring to a Die Hard sequel any more. The zingers fly, the threats are palpable… the bullets, squibs and the explosions dominate. The plot is so mental on paper, leading to those kinda surreal moments only Black can get away with writing (two shoot outs in crowded stadiums where the cops don’t open fire (TWO!?), escape by puppet, a dead squirrel hangover, loads of bombs bad guys accidentally set off). He has always been a less showy Tarantino churning out a slicker, sweatier brand of two guns and a snappy “fuck you” fun. Forget the constant implausibility, enjoy the ride to stubbly sober redemption. Friday night perfection.

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