Catch .44 is an bit of an oddball film, it attempts ascend to the heights of Christopher Nolan’s Memento and Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction, but crashes and burns in an occasionally amusing and extremely brutal Mexican standoff.
The film, which starts at the end and jumps backwards is styled like a $2 Shop rip off of Pulp Fiction, follows the plight of three girls who have been sent by Mel in jack a drug shipment at a remote diner. Mel, played by a very weird, pecan munching Bruce Willis in a role that is either genius or insanity, is the local drug lord, and doesn’t like the idea of an unorthorised drug transaction going down on his turf.
But things soon get out of hand when after waiting for half an hour the girls decide to change the parameters and pull guns on the Diner’s patrons and staff, resulting in a messy gun battle and eventually the aforementioned Mexican standoff.
Throw in the always enjoyable Forest Whitaker, who basically plays a psychotic version of himself, with some hammed up accent and you’ve got Catch .44.
It reeks of what could have been if the idea had only been allowed to mature into a fully fleshed out story, but instead it’s moments of glory are few and far between, and no one is given enough character development for us to care who live and who dies.
Reviewed by: Jonathan Read