The Grissom Gang
The Grissom Gang should’ve been a bullet of pulp fiction, but it misfires into something just plain nasty. For all its sweaty energy and Aldrich’s knack for chaos, it’s hard to care about anyone on screen. Everyone’s either awful, stupid, or both, and Kim Darby’s supposed leading role is written so thin you could trace through it.
It’s not short on time — just short on reasons to care. At over two hours, it still feels half-baked. The tone lurches between grim and grotesque, like Bonnie and Clyde remade after a bad night’s sleep.
Still, credit where it’s due: the final shoot-out is a gloriously unhinged bit of filmmaking. For five wild minutes, the film finally earns its hysteria — before collapsing right back into the mess it always was.
It’s not short on time — just short on reasons to care. At over two hours, it still feels half-baked. The tone lurches between grim and grotesque, like Bonnie and Clyde remade after a bad night’s sleep.
Still, credit where it’s due: the final shoot-out is a gloriously unhinged bit of filmmaking. For five wild minutes, the film finally earns its hysteria — before collapsing right back into the mess it always was.
Mini Review: The Grissom Gang should’ve been a bullet of pulp fiction, but it misfires into something just plain nasty. Everyone’s awful, stupid, or both, and even Kim Darby can’t save it. It lurches between grim and grotesque before a final shoot-out delivers five glorious minutes of chaos — then collapses right back into the mess it started with.