Cat Run: Film Review

A brazenly efficient and articulate female assassin nearly worthy of a Tarantino or Coen Brothers movie sticks out from amidst the schlocky criminal muck of Cat Run, a self-consciously sleazy comic crime saga composed of facetious elements whose shelf life has long since passed. Shot in Serbia and Montenegro for reasons that scream financial necessity rather than narrative logic, this low-rent, R-rated Rush Hour-ish comic caper could have been several notches better with more charismatic leads and some dialogue upgrades but still would have felt like a genre hand-me-down. This indie-distributed item, which opens April 1 on 100 or so screens in a half-dozen markets, could develop a limited following among young males who crave gratuitous nudity and gruesomely creative violence, but mainly in home viewing platforms.