I hardly know how to comment on this action story about uncovering some kind of conspiracy involving the FBI, the Cincinatti Police Department, a rogue bunch of Army Rangers, and the president of a bank franchise or whatever it's called.
But let me start with the first five minutes. One by one, half dozen production companies are slowly revealed on the screen: Lionsgate presents an Aperture Production by Circumcisional Films produced by Phineas Quimby LLC of Rocinante Incorporated. Finally we see the title: "Marauders." It's a kind of generic title, like "Guns of Darkness" or "Another Dawn." "Marauders" could be a story about nosy landladies instead of bank robbers and murderers.
Okay. The credits are over. We open on a scene in an ordinary bank. A perfectly ordinary transaction is taking place. The friendly bank manager escorts a matronly lady to the door, warning her to watch out for the rain that in this movie, as in the atrociously titled "Se7en," never stops. Before the glass door, the manager looks up and from his point of view we see the most horrible Haloween mask imaginable, a kind of death's head, aiming a shotgun at us. The manager is horrified. Does the masked figure shoot the manager through the shattering glass door? Are you kidding? End of the first five minutes. I counted.
There's no point in going through the plot because it's so ill written that I couldn't follow it. Lots of shooting and gory deaths. The director is fond of having his victims spit up blood. The prologue has warned us of "graphic violence" and "brief nudity." Too bad it wasn't "brief violence" and "graphic nudity," although now, come to think of it, there was no nudity at all.
The casting is pretty good. All the actors are of TV quality. But one of them, a human gorilla with a neck the girth of a utility pole, a partially shaved skull, a two-day stubble, and garments from the Salvation Army, rather stands out from the other, properly clad, FBI agents. What a brutish figure he cuts -- and whose was the hand than slanted back this brow? In the final, action-packed half of the movie, the camera begins to show signs that the director of photography was strung out on something. It's never still. If two people are sitting and conversing, the camera still slides slightly this way and that.
I wouldn't bother watching it but others might enjoy it.
But let me start with the first five minutes. One by one, half dozen production companies are slowly revealed on the screen: Lionsgate presents an Aperture Production by Circumcisional Films produced by Phineas Quimby LLC of Rocinante Incorporated. Finally we see the title: "Marauders." It's a kind of generic title, like "Guns of Darkness" or "Another Dawn." "Marauders" could be a story about nosy landladies instead of bank robbers and murderers.
Okay. The credits are over. We open on a scene in an ordinary bank. A perfectly ordinary transaction is taking place. The friendly bank manager escorts a matronly lady to the door, warning her to watch out for the rain that in this movie, as in the atrociously titled "Se7en," never stops. Before the glass door, the manager looks up and from his point of view we see the most horrible Haloween mask imaginable, a kind of death's head, aiming a shotgun at us. The manager is horrified. Does the masked figure shoot the manager through the shattering glass door? Are you kidding? End of the first five minutes. I counted.
There's no point in going through the plot because it's so ill written that I couldn't follow it. Lots of shooting and gory deaths. The director is fond of having his victims spit up blood. The prologue has warned us of "graphic violence" and "brief nudity." Too bad it wasn't "brief violence" and "graphic nudity," although now, come to think of it, there was no nudity at all.
The casting is pretty good. All the actors are of TV quality. But one of them, a human gorilla with a neck the girth of a utility pole, a partially shaved skull, a two-day stubble, and garments from the Salvation Army, rather stands out from the other, properly clad, FBI agents. What a brutish figure he cuts -- and whose was the hand than slanted back this brow? In the final, action-packed half of the movie, the camera begins to show signs that the director of photography was strung out on something. It's never still. If two people are sitting and conversing, the camera still slides slightly this way and that.
I wouldn't bother watching it but others might enjoy it.