Ben Wheatley’s Free Fire reduces the modus operandi of the action movie down to its starkest elements.
Its self-consciously witty dialogue is meant to paper over gratuitous violence with a veneer of nonchalance.
The film’s notion of a caste system is crudely reductive in the manner of a routine future-shock thriller.
Regarding national cinemas, each section skews heavily toward filmmakers from either Europe or the United States.
Ben Wheatley’s film is a reckless combination of period piece, war drama, broad comedy, psychedelic fever dream, and occult horror-scape.
Demented and darkly hilarious, Ben Wheatley’s film gets a perfectly acceptable DVD transfer, as well as some insightful interview-based extras.
A sardonic depiction of Britain as a land where a thin veneer of strained politesse and fussy specificity of tastes masks a throbbing heart of darkness.
The horror anthology’s finest entries convey how real horror comes in more than shades of red, and how it lives inside us all.