One of the finest character studies of the cinema.
With Bronson fighting rival drug gangs, it stands to reason that people are gonna die.
I had to air out the house after watching it.
All that we are, then, is how we manage in the face of death.
Corpse Count: Few films can rival Invasion USA in this department, just as it can rival few films in any other department.
“Fletch cracks another bad pun involving a historical figure — cue insanely shitty 80s music.”
Not nearly as pleasurable as the Philip Roth novel, although the
film stands on its own as serious, adult entertainment.
Every time they are supposed to have dinner or go out on a date, Bronson is too busy filling scum with lead.
Who scooped Gary Webb? Steven Seagal! STEVAN SEAGAL!
It has a corpse wagon!