A stunning debut (1992) from writer-director Quentin Tarantino, though a far cry from Stanley Kubrick's 1956 The Killing, to which it clearly owes a debt.
The movie is radically structured, after the fashion of Kubrick's first film, "The Killing," another famous heist movie but one in which the heist was actually shown.
Cribbing a patchwork narrative structure from Kubrick's "The Killing," and adding his own inimatable personal touch, Quentin Tarantino lays the cinematic smack down so forcefully that when tempers erupt and pistols flare, you can smell the gunpowder shooting off all around you.
Tarantino's powerful homage/reworking of the heist-gone-wrong thriller - stealing ideas from Kubrick's The Killing and Scorsese's Mean Streets, among others - is probably the final word (or frame) on the subject.
Told in a non-linear fashion � informing such later films as Reservoir Dogs, though Quentin Tarantino will insist he's not a Kubrick fan � The Killing hops around a heist at a race track, viewing the events from the perspective of various men involved.
Jumping back and forth in time the way Reservoir Dogs would decades later, this hard-boiled gem about a deliriously intricate racetrack robbery stars the wonderfully gruff Sterling Hayden and is plotted with the kind of Swiss-watch precision and attention to detail that would eventually get Kubrick labeled Hollywood's most notorious perfectionist.