Guns Akimbo

When a movie has an absolutely ridiculous concept, it has to go all the way with it. It has to commit to the insanity, or it does the concept a disservice. Guns Akimbo has no hesitation in committing to the crazy. A nerdy programmer gets sucked into a whirlwind of violence in an underground murder club that is streamed on the dark web, and has guns bolted to his hands. As crazy as that sounds, it’s six times more than that. This movie is a video game on cocaine and Monster. It is anarchy in its purest form. The editing, the violence, the dialogue, the humor, the direction, everything is going 200 miles an hour and done in the most bombastic, white-knuckle, adrenaline-filled way possible, and it is a trip. Daniel Radcliffe and Samara Weaving are having an amount of fun that borders on illegal, and it is a joy — a sick, demented joy — to watch. If this movie has a fault, it’s that the last act tones down the anarchic humor and chaotic pacing and just settles into an action movie. It’s not like it makes the movie bad, it’s just an element that is missed when it isn’t there. It’s still a hell of a lot of fun. The kind of movie you don’t think about when you watch it. The kind of movie you don’t analyze for themes and morals. It’s like John Wick directed by Edgar Wright, and it is a damned good time.