9 Bullets

It’s a dud, yet one made semi-palatable thanks to a decent performance from leading lady Lena Headey, and of all things, a soulful ballad written by Diane Warren.

Nine Bullets is unfocused to the point where you might want to scream with frustration.

9 Bullets just constantly misfires, and never gets better than the inadvertent comedy of Worthington pulling a gun on a dog as a negotiating tactic.

Another example of what it seems we can expect from wannabe moviemakers (Gigi Gaston) who looks like she grew up watching third-rate movies by trendy low-lives. It can’t get much worse than this movie re-tread of several other films, which at least, treated the now overly-familiar theme with more conviction. It’s also surprising Sam Worthington accepted this poor excuse for writing --unless of course, he didn’t bother to read the script-- from here on, he now risks being labeled Sam Worthless. A scant story about a jaded stripper (dances to Silent Night, how jaded can you get!) taking the child victim **** family murder on a road trip, to find someone to plant him with - is ludicrously fraught with grotty situations and swear-fest, ultra-cheap dialogue. No one comes off in any way well from this trashy entry. These cheap productions made by little-talented moviemakers, simply place a few well-known names in sub-standard material, then pad out scenes with boring pop songs and convoluted editing, substituting for any solid story, then foolishly expect audiences not to be appalled. Take a look at the endless viewer bagging and begin to show them more respect, before losing them altogether. A stinker in every sense.