Brian O'Conner stars in this modern day Grimm's fairy tale about the adventures of a little Russian-American Charlie Bronson, a desperate man who is in way too deep with the Mob, a missing gun, and multiple Big Bad Wolves. An opening straight outta King of New York. A nut-shot. A crackhead with a semi-unhealthy obsession with the Duke. A whacked-out hobo. Going down on Mrs. Bates. The chic that gets naked a lot on Banshee. A strip club. A MacDaddy pimp-slap. Between the eyes Southland style. A variation of the word Fuck used at least 328 times. A creepy apartment. An even creepier couple of creepers. Two sick-fucks get what they deserve. A Usual Suspect's priceless MasterCard moment. Flaming cock. The fuckin hilarious way Tommy uses racial slurs. Walter Bishop's tattoos. Anzor's cowboy moment. A bloody as fuck shootout at a hockey ring. Mean hockey goons. Fighting some ho's in a diner. Doing everything possible for the ones you love. An appropriate Hollywood ending. One of my favorite films. My absolute favorite Paul Walker performance. Rest in peace Paul Walker, your talent shined so fuckin bright throughout this film.
