“The amazing cast Harvey’s assembled makes this one a can’t-take-your-eyes-off-it event.” – Starpulse.com.
“Harvey certainly knows how to deliver unflinching violence…by the time this film gets to the end the body count is high, the blood is flowing and, as always, there is one more twist…” INDIEWIRE.COM
A violent crime thriller with a bad-ass attitude and a killer twist, this is an ultra-stylish cinematic love letter to the 90s-era wave of breakout indie movies that gave us “Reservoir Dogs”, “Killing Zoe”, “Pulp Fiction” and “The Usual Suspects”.
Bruce Willis (Cop Out; Die Hard 4.0; Grindhouse), Academy Award winner Forest Whitaker (Criminal Minds; The Shield; The Last King Of Scotland), Malin Akerman (Wanderlust; Watchmen), Nikki Reed (The Twilight Saga), Deborah Ann Woll (True Blood; Mother’s Day) and Academy Award nominee Brad Dourif (Bad Lieutenant; One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest).
When three sassy sisters-in-crime, Tes (Akerman), Kara (Reed) and Dawn (Woll), are sent by sleazy drug kingpin Mel (Willis) to rural Louisiana to intercept a lucrative dope deal, it looks like a walk in the park for the girls. But when the near-deserted roadside café erupts into an orgy of deadly gunfire before the deal even goes down it becomes apparent to all present that things aren’t quite what they seem. Whether the bloody carnage is the result of a tragic misunderstanding or something more sinister remains to be seen. Meanwhile, there’s a psychotic killer (Whitaker) on the road and there are no prizes for guessing where his journey will eventually end.
So “Tarantino-esque” it almost hurts (but in a good way), Catch .44 unashamedly wears its influences on its sleeve. It’s also got Willis, Whitaker and a trio of hot chicks (Akerman, Woll and Reed) with guns, unexpected outbursts of violence, a killer soundtrack that includes tracks by David Bowie, The Sweet, The Raveonettes and The Kills amongst others, and it features a great in-joke for anyone with fond memories of Bruce Willis’ late-1980s singing career. The Return of Bruno, indeed! For us, watching Catch .44 provided a welcome reminder of those heady days of the 1990s video rental experience when you could visit the local video store and unexpectedly find yourself taking home an edgy gem for the evening.