A name change from Gypsy Moon to "9 Bullets" won't save this movie from being garbage. Neither will Sam Worthington or Barbara Hershey both of whom have small and smaller parts, respectively. The storyline is so weak and predictable you already know what's going to happen after Lena Headey's yawn-inspiring burlesque scene 10 minutes into this waste of time.
Gaston tries to drive the story with two main themes - the non-existent chemistry between Dean Scott Vazquez and Lena Headey, and contrived Hollywood storytelling featuring an uninterested Sam Worthington. Again, yawn.
The story reaches an exceptionally underwhelming crescendo that's as insulting to the your intelligence as anything you've wasted your time watching so far. Don't you like being treated like a moron? Seems that's about 50% of what Hollywood puts out now, even with name-brand stars.
Yet another waste-of-time.
Gaston tries to drive the story with two main themes - the non-existent chemistry between Dean Scott Vazquez and Lena Headey, and contrived Hollywood storytelling featuring an uninterested Sam Worthington. Again, yawn.
The story reaches an exceptionally underwhelming crescendo that's as insulting to the your intelligence as anything you've wasted your time watching so far. Don't you like being treated like a moron? Seems that's about 50% of what Hollywood puts out now, even with name-brand stars.
Yet another waste-of-time.