It's good fun for bad boys.

Writer-director Christopher McQuarrie, who wrote The Usual Suspects, has made a film that I admire more than I love, whose ending makes me recoil emotionally, even as I recommend the thing.

The Way of the Gun is doomy trash, a blood-soaked saga of remorseless killers and natural-born blatherers. I'm sure I've seen worse movies, but nothing so steadfastly unpleasant comes to mind.

...a mega-mixed bag—a terrific cast and that snappy McQuarrie dialogue, but little character development beyond the superficial, with no one really worthy of any kind of redemption.