"The Boondock Saints," " Reindeer Games ," " Phoenix ," "Truth or Consequences, New Mexico," " Things to Do in Denver When You're Dead ," "2 Days in the Valley," "American Strays," " The Way of the Gun ," "Suicide Kings," "8 Heads in a Duffel Bag"—I could go on, but then we'd be here all day, and I'd never get around to talking about Ben Wheatley's "Free Fire," a Tarantinoid film that arrives just in time to mark the 25th anniversary of "Reservoir Dogs," which premiered at the Sundance Film Festival back in 1992.
But if the film has only one note to play, it plays it with a certain slapstick panache, landing closer to Reservoir Dogs than The Boondock Saints on the quality spectrum of movies about loquacious lowlifes with itchy trigger fingers.
The Max Fischer Players came to mind more than once, as did The Boondock Saints , along with every other crummy genre exercise that made me stop renting movies with pistols prominently featured on the video box during the Clinton administration.