One Paragraph Movie Review: Gun Crazy

Two hundred and sixth film: Gun Crazy, a melodramatic stockinged lunge into pulp noir at long last. When a gun-obsessed pacifist falls in love with a borderline-psychotic carnival sharp-shooter in very good outfits, crime — and berets, and pearls, and diner hamburgers, and longing looks ending in violent, passionate kisses — are sure to follow. Despite a crime movie from 1950 unsurprisingly not doing the image of women many favours, this short, fast-paced, stylish heist spree is, I’m not too contemporary to say, a rollicking hoot. An American film shot with what feels like a European aesthetic, if you like a POV camera in the back seat of a getaway car, THIS is the movie for you. As a viewer you get to see what a hardware store gun theft looks like from puddle-level, swerve all over the road after a brazen daylight robbery, and hide out in a cluster of reeds in a dense fog, all without smudging your drawn-on eyebrows. A treat. Three and a half desperate sprints through a meat packing plant out of five.