Free Fire Review

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Quentin Tarantino meets Sam Peckinpah in this hilarious, violent story about an arms deal gone wrong. By Alex Welch

If director Ben Wheatley has proven anything with his career up until this point, it’s that he doesn’t ever feel the need to cater his films to any kind of wide demographic. As a result, his films have been welcomed with a large range of reactions, both positive and negative, and never not divisive. But surprisingly enough, with his latest film, Free Fire, Wheatley has made arguably his most accessible project to date, though that’s not saying much when his previous titles include movies like A Field in England, High-Rise, and Kill List.

Set in Boston in 1978, Free Fire tells the story of an Irish gang and an arms dealer meeting up in an abandoned warehouse to make a trade. Specifically, it’s about what happens when hurt egos and false apologies cause things to go south rather quickly, as everyone involved begins shooting at each other, and the odds of making it out of the building alive gradually decrease throughout the night. In spite of that, and as opposed to just delivering a tense and by-the-numbers shootout action