Free Fire

Wanted to love this, but kind of knew deep down that I wouldn't. My Letterboxd review:

For a film whose premise of "feature-length firefight in an old junk-filled warehouse" ought to require no more set up than a five-on-five Halo session, there's an awful lot of time that passes before the first bullet hits flesh here and kicks everything off in earnest. What follows is a flimsy, messy gunbrawl between two teams of absolute idiots fighting over a briefcase full of cash. Give Free Fire this much - it knows its characters are silly old morons with Stormtrooper Syndrome and it knows the whole conflict is a big dumb farce, an excuse to stage the world's saddest shootout for shits and giggles. The movie mostly eschews automatic weapons for sluggish and sporadic handguns and stays slow and sloppy in the process - no blazes of glory here, just a bunch of dummies getting clipped, grazed, nicked, what have you, and limping, crawling, writhing around from waist-high cover to waist-high cover for and hour or so, slowly losing blood, frequently exchanging witty banter to break up the sad little action sequences. It's all clever enough in an almost anti-gun, anti-action satire sort of way, but that doesn't make it any less of a slog to get through.