9 Bullets Review: Actioner Is A Bewildering Misfire Unworthy Of Lena Headey
Imagine someone is at the shooting range and is about to go through a section of targets that are no less than one foot away. The bullseye is so clear and visible that it would be an absolute embarrassment if one missed it. The shot, or nine, is taken and the bullseye is missed after every single shot. That is 9 Bullets in a nutshell. Written and directed by Gigi Gaston, 9 Bullets is a tough watch from beginning to end despite Lena Headey putting in her best effort to elevate the picture to something passable.
The film follows the tough-as-nails — and poorly named — Gypsy (Headey), a burlesque dancer who is writing a memoir. She is about to embark on a new journey of self-discovery and change when a friend, Ralph (Zachary Mooren), calls one night in a panic because he and his family are in danger. Ralph has stolen an iPad containing bank codes, which have put him in the crosshairs of a gang leader named Jack (Sam Worthington). Jack, a career criminal who threatens to shoot defenseless dogs, happens to be Gypsy’s sadistic ex. Now, Gypsy and Ralph’s son Sam (Dean Scott Vazquez) must flee from Jack’s men who pursue them relentlessly.
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9 Bullets opens with a bizarre and incoherent set-up that is both laughably bad and also spells out what to expect from the rest of the film. It opens with wistful shots of a woman on her porch reminiscing as she looks inside a box of memories. Headey’s Gypsy looks up to the sky declaring she won’t “f*ck it up” before the film cuts to her scenes at her final burlesque show. Without any setup, Ralph frantically calls his young son and tells him there is an emergency and that he needs to run. Ralph's wife and,
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